In the low light by the river my grandparents, so young, stand in shabby coats and worn shoes. The bridge…
Peggy Shumaker is the daughter of two deserts—the Sonoran desert where she grew up and the subarctic desert of interior…
When a jasmine-scented teenager (not yet my mother) came up pregnant with me, my father stepped up. They did what…
my mother sits on an airport bench in Reykjavik soft waves of hair the graceful drift of her scarf pearls…
Courtesy of the Oregon Cultural Trust 2016 In an excerpt from the Oregon Encyclopedia, Janice Gould writes: Eilizabeth Woody was named…
It was bruise marks of hands that alluded to tracks of murder.Her neck was twisted too many times in short…
Samuel Green, poet and editor, writes about the Pacific Northwest landscape "with accessible, elemental observations of life’s small turns." He…
I shot this one by the upper pond of the farm after watching the rings trout made rising to flies,…
watch the egret pace the backs of cows in broad daylight stay until the dark falls like a moth-eaten curtain…
Paulann Petersen, Oregon Poet Laureate from 2010-2014, is a former Stegner Fellow at Stanford University whose poems have appeared in…