Jan 16, 2017 | Analysis, Essays
I do not remember the first time I saw my mother’s face, though I know she remembers the first time she saw mine. It was the very beginning of my life, my birth. I do not remember the first time I saw my mother’s face, but, I do remember the first time I saw my...
Dec 20, 2016 | Analysis, Essays, Pinyon-Juniper Forests
Recently walking up Main Street in Park City, Utah, I saw in the Visitor’s Center doorway what looked like a man holding a great-horned owl surrounded by children. As his voice carried across the street, I heard the man explain that this owl had been found with an...
Nov 23, 2016 | Analysis, Essays
The fading roar of an ATV engine leaves silence in its wake. Birds, offended by the intrusion, refuse to sing. Grasshoppers stop their dance to consider their safety. Even the reliable mountain breeze hides. And, with the tidings of violence borne by the sounds of...
Nov 16, 2016 | Essays, Poetry
This first appeared on Jason Howell’s Howlarium. Special thanks to Jason for his graphics. from Jason: “Where it’s not uncommon for contemporary writers to root their work in mining—lived experience, the depth of the canon, the cultural moment,...
