postcards to cascadia: eileen walsh duncan

Duncan Postcard One Back 3

 


There Be Fiends: Dear Mom, / You gave me your truth, warnings / that skitter out of my satchel, / zing my spine. / If I’d known anything, / I would have asked for tools, / and ditched the dress, the lipstick, / all edible markings. / Tools I collected out here: / When cornered, / do not meet their gaze, they / thirst for your retina’s quiver. / Watch the shoulders, they / presage the strike. / To be invisible, / synchronize / each intake of breath. — Eileen Walsh Duncan

View postcard image: The Wizard of Oz

postcards to cascadia: m.r. smith

Smith Postcard One Back 2
 


From Lewiston: Whatever room still held / in the heart is filled / by all that remains frontier. / The rocky breaks in the hills / frame the shoulders and hips / of recumbent plainsmen, arrayed / under coarse blankets of endless / grain draping dull ground in full. / The Clearwater drains innocent blood / to later pool in the Pacific under a night sky / taut as a banner pierced by bullets. — M.R. Smith

View postcard image: Cowgirls at the Triangle Ranch Rodeo (Doubleday)

postcards to cascadia: heidi greco


Through the Shallows: The floppy-eared pachyderm swings / his heavy legs / tossing up the salty spray to / cool his thick skin. / He’s chosen himself a pair / of pale companions, / has trained them to carry / his satchel of peanuts, / even his twelve-pack of beer, / conditioned them / to stroll by his side, / leash-free and smiling. — Heidi Greco

View postcard image: Beautiful Tribune Bay, Hornby Island, B.C.