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SunLit Excerpt: In “Skyglow,” a look to the heavens for beauty and meaning

“Skyglow” Sometimes, Leonard wakes me at two in the morning to watch the gibbous moon swallowed by Grouse Mountain.  On winter nights, moonrise starts left of the butcher’s abandoned camper trailer where once our retired neighbor, vanished now, wiggled his ten blocky fingers at me and said, “Thirty years, and not a one lost.” Leonard […]

Posted inOpinion, Write On, Colorado

This poem I wrote after the rising of the pink moon and one of our terrible nights of so many dead

Waking After Eighteen Hundred Dead Prayer began earlybefore the sterling jaysdove, then clatteredat our window,flicked the blue darkstorm of their tails. Our pale trees bow downsecretlyand a nuthatchteeters upside downfrom the post of the birdfeederI buried with stonesanother spring,his thin straight beaktapping at the seedI leave out all night. MORE: See all of our Write On, Colorado […]