Beneath the leaves of a golden tree, Willington wrote, admiring the ash collecting light at the edge of the cemetery gates. Oddly, these vaguely poetic words, clearly plagiarized, were the most efficacious of any he’d written since undergoing chemo. They would elegantly […]
“Forever let this place be a cry of despair and a warning to humanity.” –the words of a plaque placed at the Auschwitz-Birkenau State Museum Earth, 2017 The earth groaned like a pregnant hyena on the edge of giving birth, heaving to […]
Originally published in Sing of the High Country 1985 The wind whistles through the spruce and pine needles as Jed shears a dwarfish fir. Even through the frost accumulating on his ears, the whistling sounds like laughs coming from deep inside the […]