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Spring 2016 Edition

Cloudwatching

wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind

April 28th, 2016|Categories: poems|

Contact Spinning A Fire Staff

“Many of us would say that we are conscious of our daily activity even though we are not actively watching ourselves executing these actions”

April 28th, 2016|Categories: essays, nonfiction|

Oakwood Rambles

"I pause here only to gather my thoughts, but I am surprised at how much I have already observed."

April 28th, 2016|Categories: essays, nonfiction|

The Naturalist’s Dilemma

Staring at blank faces while I speak / they’re like walls, plain and blank and even without interest; / now I’m frustrated and careless but flabbergasted nonetheless / as my tone it gets higher, the pace, it gets faster

April 28th, 2016|Categories: poems|

Vectors of Understanding

I am content to know/ The protecting embrace of a maple/ Shielding me/ From harsh January winds/

April 28th, 2016|Categories: poems|

Against Ourselves

After the Ides of March, four hundred / thousand pure casualties. / Darkness stole the glossy white pearl / Icy tundra untainted, solitary.

April 28th, 2016|Categories: poems|

The Story Tree

“What is it about our need to tell stories, to leave a relic of our voice behind for the world? We speak, but sounds dissipate into the air, ephemeral as our own lives.”

April 28th, 2016|Categories: essays, nonfiction|

The I Am

You ARE a moment/ you are a mystery/ blooming into infinity

April 28th, 2016|Categories: poems|

Soils

I've never seen a dodo bird in the flesh. / I poke my skin in genetics laboratory. / And I'm not proud of my address / in Centennial Hall; / I've got Westcott envy.

April 27th, 2016|Categories: video|

Fall 2015 Edition

Lingering Wires

"But she doesn’t lie still, she continues to thrash and moan, spraying blood across the ground and staining the foam at her mouth red."

November 22nd, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, fiction|Tags: , , |

Handcrafted

"The land didn’t take my grandfather away from me. My grandfather gave his life to taking care of the land and passed this relationship on to each of his grandchildren."

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, nonfiction|

Teach Your Children Well

"Unfortunately, we may have been among the last to feel the earth between our toes, to lie beneath the sun-rayed canopy, and remember to 'be home before dark.'"

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, nonfiction|

Viridescent Beings

"Once you know a space in its intimacy, love is sure to follow. Once a connection is formed with a piece of land, a park, a home, or an entire area, the love that develops will tie a piece of you to that place for your life."

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, nonfiction|Tags: , , |

In My Wildest Dreams

"It’s like we are stuck in the passenger seat of a car racing through time and the wheel is just out of reach. We are powerless, yet we can do anything. Be anyone. Go anywhere."

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, nonfiction|

Contentment

I am content to know/ The protecting embrace of a maple/ Shielding me/ From harsh January winds/

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, poems|

A Sated Soul

Were I born with paws,/ would my footsteps move less earth?/ Were I covered in fur,/ would cotton stay bound to its burrs?/

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, poems|Tags: , , , |

The Expedition

"The astronomer had calculated where the planet we were looking for would lay: the “Goldilocks” zone, where the star’s heat would neither be so close that the planet’s water would boil nor so far that it would freeze—the temperature at which life was likely to form."

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, fiction|Tags: , , |

Quiet Time

"For my family, the best style of camping is the quiet kind. We hike up the forested hills seeking nothing but the songs of birds and the whisper of leaves."

November 20th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, nonfiction|

Horticultural Therapy

"Succulents are easy to plant and care for, flowers are vibrantly colored and odorous, herbs smell strongly and also provide nutrition."

November 17th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, nonfiction|Tags: , , |

Tortula Ruralis

Each pellucid drop glides down the awns/ and nestles between the verdant folds./ The small green leaves and drop embrace,/ To uncurl with the morning dew./

November 12th, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, poems|

Their Grasses, Their Reasons

Dawn breaks along with/ the farmer’s spirit./ He rises/ just to kneel down in prayer./

November 3rd, 2015|Categories: fall 2015, poems|Tags: , , |