The train that carried me clear across my native land—this country of plains and rivers, silver sagebrush and purple peaks—has deposited me here, at the ends of the earth. I imagined there would be a cliff.
The train that carried me clear across my native land—this country of plains and rivers, silver sagebrush and purple peaks—has deposited me here, at the ends of the earth. I imagined there would be a cliff.
Congratulations to Stefanie Freele, our “Whidbey Writes” featured writer for July. We’re pleased to be able to share her poem, “Listen, Boy Of Belligerence,” with you.
Congratulations to Samuel C. Walker, our “Whidbey Writes” featured writer for June. We’re pleased to be able to share his poem, “Strings,” with you.
Congratulations to Andrea Hurst, our “Whidbey Writes” featured writer for May. We’re pleased to be able to share her poem, “A Mouse in Flannel,” with you.