Mother
Dedicated to Daniel, Toby and Allegra

Each time you reach across the void and place your hand on mine,
telling me in kind that you love me
Each time you tell me that my emptiness, my pain, is not too much to bear
Each time you tell me that your tiny body can sustain the weight of this coffin I carry
Each time your small arms embrace me under the canopy of stars
Each time you hold me until all the tears have been shed, until all the ghosts have fled
Each time I am in your arms, cradled by you and cradled by the stars
You absorb my fears like the Siskiyou Wilderness absorbs my tears.
Tesilya Raven

   
Born and Raised
Erica Terence

  I can remember it as clearly as river water in late June. 
 Our toes curled over the edge of the bluff, as we peered down into the gorge which rafters fear and fish love, watching for the darting shadows in the hose below Freight Train Rapids. 
My brother always clutched my shirt to prevent me from tumbling  over like a loose rock from the cliff above. 
 We would hold our breath, leaning over and squinting to see how strong the salmon run was that year.
 

Owe to Be a Resource
General Publics' Comment
Poetically Put

Say what's the Use
  when it's Just Pure Multiple Use
  Could there ever be a Truce
  where not One Profuse or the Other in the Noose
  or would we rather the pitted Pendulum  Swing
  on it's Politically Powered Wing
  where Might is Really Right this Time

It's Still the Same Ole Nada Thing
And so the Glory Story Continues to Go
As we Settle In, only to Exchange our Quickened Blows
But in Talks the Walking Stalker
  In the Forever Laughter After Two
  The Management Response
  That's Ode to the Resource
     Chick N. Little, at home in Sky Blew Acres