May 28, 2010 | Entrada Journal, Poetry
Equinox Siesta by David Lee A mirage is the desert dreaming about the ocean who used to live here. —Baucis Rojas 1 The desert yawns and sprawls, laden with sky, flecked red on gold the memory of snuffed starlight, its belly shimmering a Monet canvas Warm air over the...
May 28, 2010 | Entrada Journal, The Written Word
Edge of Time By A. J. Martine As a small child growing up in rural southwestern Colorado I had no idea where the Colorado Plateau was located. I had never heard of Major Powell. I knew that the landscape around my grade school and our ranch was cut by flat mesas and...
May 28, 2010 | Entrada Journal, The Written Word
Bone: Seasons in True Wilderness by Mary Sojourner 1. Pure Gold How will you know your real friends? Pain is as dear to them as life. A friend is like gold. Trouble is like fire. Pure gold delights in the fire. — Rumi, from Mathnawi My skeleton has become my prison. A...
May 28, 2010 | Entrada Journal, Poetry
Down to Bluff by Diane Fouts Deb and I go a hundred miles to hear poems, at least that’s the reason we give. Truth is, we’re running away driving fast, leaving our hearts and their impossible situations behind. We chase the possibilities inherent in two...
May 28, 2010 | Entrada Journal, Poetry
Sphaeralcea ambigua by Ann Johnson I measure friends by promises kept; so it is I have few friends and a plethora of cohorts. Of those cohorts, man puzzles me the most. He, of multiple variations, his family, genus, species convoluted and complex, I cannot trust;...
