Poetry: Great Plains Miniature

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Poetry: Great Plains Miniature

by Christof Scheele on May 11, 2011 · comment

Through hills, Through sand, Scrub pine, Switch grass, Panic grass, Fire.

Poetry: STILL

by Roy Scheele on April 20, 2011 · comment

A single crow, in grass, astride the ribcage of a doe, as though it rode the timbers of a hull. The wind picks at what's left with every pass.

Poetry: TRIMMING THE APPLE TREE

by Roy Scheele on April 5, 2011 · 2 Comments

The smell of the branch's former life was sweet; the blade quivered as if beneath a spell. The sawdust sparkled as it lightly fell, spinning like motes and landing at my feet.

New Documentary: WASTE LAND

by The Investigative Newswire on March 29, 2011 · comment

Filmed over nearly three years, WASTE LAND follows renowned artist Vik Muniz as he journeys from his home base in Brooklyn to his native Brazil and the world's largest garbage dump, Jardim Gramacho, located on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. There he photographs an eclectic band of “catadores”—self-designated pickers of recyclable materials. Muniz’s initial objective was to “paint” the catadores with garbage.

Poetry: Hand Me My Squibnocket Trumpet

by Mitch Raney on March 7, 2011 · 1 Comment

I prove the muskrat, snoring in its reedy castle. I prove its woody castor! The loon's rumor, I prove. I've a foot in the estrume.

Poetry: Mikóháza

by Christof Scheele on March 7, 2011 · comment

The dinner rabbit’s blood Showing the doorstep snow The best way in Is falling finally out.

Poetry: “Sunlight on the oxbow”

by Ernest J. Pribanic on December 20, 2010 · 1 Comment

Her seething boils and goitered neck. The bobwhites are silent in their somber, shaded thickets. The darkened ridge above allows sunlight to enter the valley floor, but it only intensifies her sagging eyes and bearded chin. I find no warmth in its rays.There lies a clearing at the heart of this land where a lone oak stands.