Willawaw Journal Spring 2020 Issue 9

Dana Knott

Grief Something has nested above my heart Its musical notes rise up like sighs then fall like fledglings trying too…

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Bruce McRae

Bury Me Standing We’re all dead. We’re all lying in the clover, black-eyed with regrets and ‘tectonic grievances’. We’re all…

5 years ago

Francis Opila

Wapato Island November 5th Tuesday 1805 a Cloudy morning Som rain the after part of last night & this morning.…

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John Palen

His Gift All winter the tools hung in neat rows in her cold garage: saws, screwdrivers, try squares, among them…

5 years ago

Emily L. Pate

Born in a San Francisco Tributary First night back in my childhood home after the remodel, the AC kicks awake…

5 years ago

Vivienne Popperl

Deschutes River Dream The river is green opaque, swift. Current runs steady, deep. Reeds sway at river’s edge. Hooded Mergansers…

5 years ago

Bill Ratner

Wabash Banner Blue A night of trees and winds mangled sparrows a dreamless sleep a shutter opens nursing in brumal…

5 years ago

Sarah Degner Riveros

Holiday Dazzlers Since we grew up and left home, Christmas has never been the same. There’s that photo in the…

5 years ago

Kim Stafford

At Klamath Marsh Say it: Klamath… Klamath Marsh. Can you feel the ooze, the muddy ease, the seep and soft welcome…

5 years ago