Looking up Sheldon Creek. Effectuated by making it this far without submerging my boots once in river water—deft side-skirting, hanging on of root as glacial braids of the Toklat guzzled Away and North, to Yukon or further mysteries, ten feet below where I clung to...
for Aria / for Evita my babyface a cactusone too far to toucha succulentsunset portrait at 5 o’clock come outfrom your tileyour tucson stuccotake the sonorandesert tread with careabout the sharpthistled shadowsinhuman sunsplay on organpipe stems the greasewoodmost...
Photo: U.S. Forest Service We end up on the steady tip of Sex Peak, Montana (I have been many times before) and set the candy-yellow trailer against the caramelizing sunset. He brings out an untouched Cab Sav, pops it, and I watch flowers grow out of the bottle and...
