When The Dead Visit People I know tell me their dead visit disguised as a cardinal at the window, a…
Smoke Signals —Sequoia National Park From the switchbacks above Soda Creek, I can see green smoke blowing across the Chagoopa…
The Canoe A canoe comes for me in stillness before nightfall, when darkness still hovers far away over the drumlins…
Bowing to No Gods: A Family Liturgy Coffee is the blood, cigarettes the body. The sole communion before noon. Our…
Artist statement: I live in a place where rain is a refrain. It can be both partner and adversary…
CMarie Fuhrman was born and raised in Colorado, in the shadow of Horsetooth Mountain and Rocky Mountain National Park. She…
Camped beneath Hells Canyon Dam last night it started raining. I moved my head outside the tent and let rain…
Ideas are like fish, says David Lynch (Catching Big Fish). If you want to catch little fish, you can stay…
Happy as a Clam They say you get used to forgetting what you've forgotten feeling something spreading ear to ear…