Creativity

Vines Stop sap entwining the trunk, grow forty rings, six inches thick, the vines take trees down left along long enough, limb-breaking heavy tangle hauling itself into the canopy of oak and cottonwood both. Hard …

After having watched you a while, my love, sleeping so deeply, cuddled up under the quilt (a queen in your robes of sleep gained, subdued), I feel myself wanting to write to you about my …

It was the end of November. We were very young. Just the three of us. The countryside was there, lying quiet ahead under a subtle fog that allowed us to catch a glimpse of an …

Ideas from Glen Phillips’ work Land Whisperings and a Poetics of Newplace and Birthplace (2006) summarized by the author and illustrated by his water colors, previously published in Six Seasons: a Bilingual Collection of Australian …