The essays and poems in Palindrome were born as morning journal entries, riverside scribblings, and phone notes from ridgetops when words howled for freedom. They celebrate the emerald ripple of the Pacific Northwest and embrace departed family, raspberry sunrises, imminent storms, and the bloodshot stare of a sharp-shinned hawk. In the way that a palindrome reads identically, start to finish to start, and contains an internal reflection nudging against infinity, these writings reflect on our relationship with events and beings, beautiful and timeless.
قائمة المحتويات
Thank You!
Read This First
Light
Shedding
Show Me My Words
Ode to Eight Desert Sunrises
Tide of Dusk
Black in Third Person
Etch A Sketch
Breath
Starstruck
Ripening Sky
Quiet
Rumple of Darkness
Open Your Skin
Water
Beaver Pool
Spawned Out
Atmospheric River
Open Trail
Rise and Fall
On Lookout Creek
Beings
Prelude to Heat
Sharpie
Restless
Feather
My Friend Asked
Brown
Wild Thing
Ancestors
Stoopid Apple
Remembering Jerry
DR Mower
Palindrome
Canning Week
Sift
Seep of Daylight
Jar Man
Spirits
Wondering