"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day" -Van Gogh
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Somewhere north of Bluff, a small side canyon cuts into the cliffs, seeps and springs feeding a small stream that flows down from the canyon’s head. When I first arrived in this region, that shady narrow ravine...
By Vaughn Hadenfeldt The Moki Dugway. Photo by Paul Martini. Most folks commute to work in heavy traffic, on multi-lane paved highways at high speeds and standstill rush hour crawls. My work commute often occurs on the Moki Dugway. “Moki” is an early Spanish – and later Mormon pioneer – term used to describe Hopi … Continue reading The Monkey Driveway
By Zak Podmore Immediately following the presidential elections in 2016 and 2020, author Brooke Williams walked out the door of his house in Castle Valley, Utah, with a backpack, parka, and a few hard boiled eggs. The excursions didn’t take him far from home as the raven flies, but they allowed him to tap into … Continue reading ‘Mary Jane Wild’: Q&A with Author Brooke Williams
On The River By Leath Tonino A friend wants on the river, wants nothing there, fern and flycatcher, breakfast fire, water from afar pulling all moments of all hours. Wants nothing more than there, than nothing there, great emptiness of many things balanced, moving boats, shadowed walls, thoughts and rains and bumblebees. Wants these. Wants … Continue reading On The River (Poem)
Field Work By Austin Holmes when we awoke in the morning we broke down camp and drove to the sandy two-track then opened the old gate held to the post by taut rusted wire as we passed along sagebrush taller than a bull’s spine we saw a calf head impaled on a juniper branch serving … Continue reading Field Work (Poem)
Night By Austin Holmes I come together again at night, I open my eyes, I wet them with this darkness full of dream. -- Jaime Sabines, I Have Eyes to See at night the cownprint is silent water from the day’s rain fills its tenebrous depth and drinks the light of the moon in the … Continue reading Night (Poem)
By Eli Beck “Yeah, I wanted to get out the whole time I was there, and since I left all I want to do is go back.” I say this sentence all the time. If I’m just meeting you, you’ll ask “where are you from?” I’ll say “Bluff, a dinky town of 200 sump’m people,” … Continue reading Bluff is Not Enough (and that’s just fine) | Essay