Photo of the Week: “Wrightsville”



Poem of the Week: “Prairie Fires”

By afternoon the clouds have been shredded to rags.

We see their fragility, the opaque blue behind them;

we watch them shrink and drift;

we imagine in their shape some logic of creation.

And at night my dreams are silent movie screens

where prairie fires burn and sand hills wash away

and glaciers melt into the ocean.