Essays
Mark Liebenow
"It’s the beginning of intentionally getting lost. All the geological and
botanical facts about the valley, and all the books written by people who have lived in Yosemite over the centuries, are like dried raisins and nuts."
Mark Liebenow
"Parents never die as we hope or imagine. I thought mom would pass quietly in her sleep at home because she had spent her life taking care of other people, and this would be her reward."
Mark Liebenow
"I thought I had a basic understanding of grief’s landscape because I’d been exposed to a variety of deaths—my grandparents first, as expected. Then the family dog was run over."
Poetry
Todd Davis
"She flinches when he caresses her foot, rubs thumb / over ridged callus grown like a furrow through a summer / of no shoes. Weeds hoed, corn and beans picked."
Todd Davis
"Ursus’s body commands he eat, / to rake bushels of apples / from orchard trees and gorge / upon the night-dark sweetness / of the last blackberry."
