New poem, “Without Half the Money,” breaking bad in the Oregon Coast Range

Without Half the Money

Oregon Coast Range, 1997

Morning’s mossy orchard

totally spidered. We’d get high,

watching them drop and weave.

Bored by noon, you’d stick-rip a web,

scrambling a repair, the way storms

sparked us into cold rain

to fix a crushed fence,

keeping out the town’s careless

and curious.

Don’t worry, you’d wave

to the sheriff driving by,

fans humming, ammonia, methanol,

propane tanks valved blue,

spiders plucking threads so sticky and smooth

even they could hardly move.

Red-stained coffee filters

that smelled like piss.

Couched in our gauzy gray parlor,

young angels soared and dangled

until we sucked them skinny. Pipes, bras, cash

and a bunch of trash you’d burn on Sunday,

wondering why I’d drive off

in the middle of the night

without half the money.

Published in J Journal: New Writing on Justice
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New story, “Mussel Bed,” the dating dimensions of science, sex, and seafood

We parked in the driveway of her ex-husband, so I wanted to stay busy, carry something, but didn’t know where to start. It was drizzling. The students pulled up behind us looking tired and puffy, and Jasmine gathered them in and started joking. “What’s the matter? Enflamed dura?” They laughed. She turned to me and shook her head, “Hangovers.”

Read the whole story in The Seattle Star

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Review of Gordon Henry’s Spirit Matters in Harvard Review

“Gordon Henry, an American Book Award–winning author and member of the White Earth Anishinaabe Nation in Minnesota, worked for fifteen years on his second collection of poems. With Spirit Matters: White Clay, Red Exits, Distant Others, he connects powerfully to the voices and traditions of his ancestors, bringing them to bear on contemporary life on and off the reservation.”

Read more in Harvard Review Online

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Rocky and Rose

A short story by Henry Hughes in Harvard Review.

CC Image by Kevin Tobosa

“Rocky started his cannery shift at eight in the evening and finished at three in the morning, then went straight to the river, swinging big streamers with glow-in-the-dark heads, which some fly fishermen considered cheating. Those same men would start their mornings watching Rocky boot across the pasture carrying a couple of steelhead or a spring Chinook. He walked quickly to his truck, slowing down only if his heart raced…”

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Review of Chris Dombrowski’s The River You Touch in Harvard Review

“Henry Thoreau wanted his nature-based Walden to be about everything, but he never had a wife and kids. Chris Dombrowski’s memoir about life in rural Montana—with all its hunting, fishing, foraging, philosophy, and home economics—is deepened by the presence of his wife, Mary, an elementary school teacher, and the children they share.”

Read Henry’s review in the Harvard Review Online

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