23 Jul Back 40: At the Junction
Poet Christine Valentine visits Custer's last battle...
23 Jul Back 40: Diver
Gary L. Lark remenisces about a favorite child hood swimming hole....
23 Jul Back 40: Water Ouzel
Where a creek enters a cobble of stones reside...
23 Jul Back 40: Ski Tango
Carolyn Pettit Pinet turns skiing into poetry...
14 Jul Back 40: Morning Sun on the River
I once stood chest-deep in a slowly moving river...
14 Jul Back 40: The River is a Washing Machine for My Brain
Excerpted from Chapter 2 of "I Never Met an Idiot on the River: Reflections on Family, Photography, and Fly Fishing by Henry Winkler" (Insight Editions, 2011)...
14 Jul Hawk in My Hand
A poem by Linda M. Hasselstrom...
14 Jul Back 40: Travelers
Early one winter morning while walking a wooded lane, through the gray morning mist the plaintive whistle I heard, of an approaching distant train. The train however, I could not see, although I saw the track, stretching miles across the mountains to carry cars upon its back. Toward the rails I proceeded to walk, and...