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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? [...]

Invitation by Enoch Thompson

Thursday, December 20th, 2012

Excuse me, Winter, Won’t you please come to tea With the rustling wind And yellow, red, falling leaves? And when you leave, Go giving a present– A beautiful flower Or butterfly pendant. But please be swift. The tea will be cooling In the night wind. With Love, Sincerely, Autumn _______________________________________________________________________________ For Enoch’s bio and more [...]

Pine Scars by Enoch Thompson

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

A pine cone Bit through the seat of my jeans, And on that day I vowed never to climb pine trees. Never again would I feel The sap underneath The triumph of A climb’s ending. There would be just the memory… …that, and the falling… _________________________________________________________________________________________ Enoch Thompson is an aspiring poet and storyteller. He [...]

2012 Fall haiku by Patricia K

Sunday, September 23rd, 2012

She’s heeeerrrre … Autumnal equinox: the tipping point between two seasons of light. Fall arrived on Saturday a little before 9 a.m. I thought it happened today because my calendar says so, but my calendar got it wrong. I wonder what else my calendar has gotten wrong. For those of us who (like me) may [...]

The Mendicant’s Plea by Patricia Karamesines

Wednesday, July 18th, 2012

If I came in the dawn, before Your hard light and straight air, If I brought a cup, Would you let drop dew From your luster onto its curve? Not for me, mind you— It’s enough for my two orbs To reflect on complexions of sky- Eyed beads, enough for my two Shells to dote [...]

Darkness Descends by Ashley Suzanne Musick

Tuesday, July 17th, 2012

A chill permeates the atmosphere as the golden orb of the sun slides down the crimson firmament towards the cusp of heaven and earth. Its fading rays illuminate in marvelous tints of pallid yellow, dazzling pink and intense orange the edges of the steel blue clouds. In the sky opposite baby blue fades to navy. [...]

Winners of WIZ’s 2012 Spring Poetry Runoff Announced

Monday, June 11th, 2012

Wilderness Interface Zone’s poets came through once again to present a full field of colorful and mind-brightening spring poetry during this year’s Spring Poetry Runoff.  Spring couldn’t find better heralds of its arrival or celebrants of its renewed greening of those parts of the world that are fortunate enough to get True Spring.  The WIZ [...]

Vote for your favorite 2012 Spring Poetry Runoff poems

Wednesday, May 30th, 2012

Hello, WIZ Readers and Contestants!  Thank you for your excellent participation in this year’s Spring Poetry Runoff Contest and Celebration!  It’s time to put on the mantle of poetry judges for the next seven days–part of the informal, just-for-fun nature of this contest.  But rather than limit each judge (that’ll be you) to just one [...]

WIZ’s 2012 Spring Poetry Runoff Contest and Celebration comes to an end

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012

Last year, spring in the Four Corners region of the desert Southwest was comfortably cool; this year, mixed business temperature-wise, but brittle-boned, tinder dry.  When the summer rainmakers come, they’ll find plenty of fodder to feed their range fires.  So far, mosquitoes have been rare and the black gnats–”flying teeth,” as a friend once called [...]

When the Rains Come–Quatrain by Lou Davies James

Tuesday, May 15th, 2012

When the rains come I tilt my face, Letting life soak me to the skin With welcome to each drop that falls, Sliding soft like tears to chin Regarding each as hours spent When the rains come I tilt my face, A mingling of joy and tears, Of paths that led me to this place [...]