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Letters to the Editor
February 19, 2025
Letters to the Editor
February 19, 2025
Volume Art
February 3, 2025
Traveling the Interstate after My Little Brother’s Funeral
February 3, 2025We slow.
What is this? Why?
We ride along, our eyes,

Under an Illness of the Moon
February 3, 2025No words make a difference
against the child’s cries and damp heat—
only the rocking, rocking,

Night Lines
February 3, 2025It was the high Uintas,
evening of our first day-hike
with grandchildren . . . their lives until then
seeming distant, clustered and glowing
as the far Pleiades to our gazing.

Allergies
February 3, 2025On Mother’s Day it snows
in our backyard, the kind that grows
on cottonwoods and makes my nose
itch inside the nostrils, pinch half-closed

Night Prayer at Binh Doung +
February 3, 2025Confirmed in the slim night shadows,
a four-toed blue and gold dragon ridges
the tiles of the moss-glazed roof, ascends
to the slivering waxed Têt moon, an off-center

For My Husband, Who Doesn’t Worry
February 3, 2025While you sleep with abandon, I quiverbeside you, what ifs crawling my skin.You, warm beside me: liquidstillness. You toil not, neither do you spin. I wishI could ladle you over me, rub youinto the creases…