Rocks cobbled the beach in an endless run, unremarkable to untrained eyes. Streaks of red, jumbled grays, glitter-flecks hidden within specks of black told tales you read while I listened. I was satisfied, then with patterns of beauty. I was satisfied, then with time. The future lay far off, a cloudbanked shore. I barely noticed the rattle of stones shattering against a pulling tide.
Born and raised in Washington state, Ann Dixon attended the University of Washington and lived in Oregon while working as a tree planter and timber cruiser. She moved to Willow, Alaska, where she and her husband built a home, raised their two daughters, and shoveled untold amounts of snow. There she began her dual careers as a librarian and a writer. Ann’s poetry has been published in such places as Alaska Magazine; Ice-Floe: International Poetry of the Far North; Cirque; and the anthology Crosscurrents North, and elsewhere. She’s also written eight books for children and one nonfiction title for young adults, as well as poems, essays, and nonfiction for adults. Now retired, she lives in Homer, Alaska, where she helps operate an all- volunteer bookmobile and always brakes for moose.
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We cannot dress you in the shirt to match your sapphire eyes Must leave you breathing as the nurse draws a milky green drape around your bed The next morning a phone call informs us the harvest was successful An Igloo Playmate delivers your gifts There is rejoicing miles from here They give you a new name
Laura Urban Perry is a poet, artist, and award-winning graphic designer. Her poems have been published in the Amsterdam Quarterly, Consilience, Birdbrains: A Lyrical Guide to Washington State Birds, and by the Northwest Museum of Art. Never far from woods or water, she grew up in New York, California, and London, England. When she moved to complete her studies in the Pacific Northwest, she found home. Her fascination with art, science, and language fueled her career in publication and digital design. Now she devotes her time to poetry, photography, and close observation of the artful miracles of nature and the sea. She lives in Seattle and sometimes in an off-grid cabin she built with her husband and kids on an island with no roads.
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I like to think music was made to show love,
a man or a woman, rhythm of hand to knee,
animal skin and bone, sound born of bodies.
My husband used to woo me,
drumming his middle finger over
the shallow well of his bellybutton.
Impossible to say when the first flute was blown,
the first slit drum carved,
Pan with his pipes, Mercury’s tortoise shell lyre.
Noise to drown out the wild call
of cougar and bear,
sound for sound to calm fear.
There was no time before music.
Always the sound of rain and wind,
of ocean, hum of river, waterfall.
You made the echoing tune,
and pulled me in.
Mary Salisbury’s poetry has been published in Michigan Quarterly Review, North Dakota Quarterly , and other journals. She recently received Honorable Mention in the 2025 Grayson Books Poetry Contest. Mary is the author of the previous chapbooks Come What May and Scarlet Rain Boots, both published by Finishing Line Press. Salisbury’s fiction has been published in Whitefish Review and Cutthroat, a Journal of the Arts. Her story collection, Side Effects of Wanting, was published by Main Street Rag. An Oregon Literary Arts Fellowship recipient, Mary earned her MFA in writing from Pacific University. She lives in Beaverton, Oregon.
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