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Archive for the 'Stewardship' Category

Kristalltag by Sy Roth

Monday, March 18th, 2013

Space exhaled a puff of air. Caught in its stream pathless terrene thought it well to cleave a fresh path form a new road unzip the miles-thin protective layer. Aeriform meteoric hand punched through. Glass jugs exploded in a cosmic grand plie windows shattered crystalline light show creation’s crumble celestial chaff in its random wind. [...]

Degrees of Coyoteness by Patricia Karamesines

Saturday, March 16th, 2013

This is a rewrite of a post published here on WIZ that I’m including in my book Crossfire Canyon. I’m posting the rewrite today in response to finding a bounty-killed coyote on this morning’s walk. April 8, 2009. As I walked out of a nearby canyon last week along a trail where I had previously [...]

Better and better by Patricia Karamesines

Monday, March 11th, 2013

In my quest for perhaps a wrongly-remembered story about beavers in Yellowstone National Park, I’ve watched several national parks shows, including Ken Burns’ America’s National Parks series. Since we finished that show–worth the watch, by the way–I’ve looked for other, nature-toned documentaries. We saw that Amazon Prime would let us view PBS’s Nature series for [...]

An Ode to Coal by Lee Allred

Tuesday, February 19th, 2013

Black seams skitter Through mantled rock, Crisscrossing mountains. Encrusted veins of blackened heart Hide within its poisoning death Until exhumed by grave diggers, Faces black with toil-worn greed.   Black smoke bellows In high desert air, Seeding clouds. Sooted walls of blackened lung Hide within its poisoning death Until exhaled by grave fillers, Faces white [...]

The Curse of Eve by Scott Hales

Monday, February 11th, 2013

* The girls stand together, arm-in-arm, at the lip of the desecrated grave. The night before, as they lay in bed, they had listened to the wolves yelp and snarl over the corpse. As widows both before the age of twenty, they’d held each other until the noise died down. At dawn, they loaded their [...]

Transformed by Sue Halvorsen

Monday, February 4th, 2013

Sitting in his doctor’s office reading a National Geographic, a New York stockbroker felt compelled to conquer something other than a portfolio. Thinking of his view of the Hudson River from his apartment in River Place Towers on 42nd Street, he decided to try a primitive nature experience. He signed up for a seven-day wilderness [...]

Love of Nature, Nature of Love Month on Wilderness Interface Zone

Tuesday, January 29th, 2013

Starting February 1st, Love of Nature Nature of Love Month will open its heart at Wilderness Interface Zone.  We’re issuing a call for nature-themed love stuff. Got messages of companionship, connectionship, or of loveship you’d like to send someone? Are you weird like me and your nature is to be crazy about people AND nature? [...]

Torrey House Press issues call for environmental nonfiction

Monday, January 7th, 2013

On December 27, 2012, Torrey House Press, publisher of Steve Peck’s novel The Scholar of Moab, among other fine works of literary fiction and nonfiction, issued a call for environmentally-oriented nonfiction. In its call for submissions, THP noted that while it can’t help but like and publish novels and short stories, the literary fiction genre [...]

Ellen Meloy Grant for Desert Writers–Deadline, Jan. 15 2013

Thursday, January 3rd, 2013

I received my annual notice that the Ellen Meloy Grant for Desert Writers is seeking applicants. The deadline for grant applications is January 15. The grant funds only desert-themed, literary creative nonfiction. No fiction, children’s literature, or poetry will be considered. To read the details, click here.You might want to take a look at past [...]

The Manger Scene by Patricia Karamesines

Monday, December 24th, 2012

Winter’s eve. She smelled the season on him. Summer, he came in redolent of horses and wild mint; winter, copper and ice. Metallic and snow-clean, he cooled the house. Behind him, now, feathers of snow bounced against black window glass. The household breath smelled of pies and bread. Shadows browned the cabin walls and firelight [...]