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 [...]
Was that deceiver so lacking in diabolical imagination that he appeared loudly, graceless in full-figured form? No. I think not. Rather he brought to mind sweet cool Spring mornings, mother’s bread baking thick and moist. Its smell tickling every corner, happily. Broken, pulled apart, steam dancing upward from two hot halves. Honey losing viscosity as [...]
She rests on her grandmother’s quilt, the Spring air cool, but sun warming—healing Winter’s darkness. She, face turned to the sun, is thinking back on the line of mothers who gave her being and body . . . She thinks about an Eve, way back . . . Out of some Cambrian longing her distant [...]
Coming soon to a mailbox (or computer) near you: Dialogue’s environmental issue. Several Wilderness Interface Zone contributors are included therein–congratulations, friends! Frequent WIZ contributor Steven Peck guest edited this issue. Table of contents: Page    Author    Title Mary Toscano    Front Cover Inside Cover, Title Page v    Edwin Firmage, Jr.    Letters 1 [...]
To read Part One, click here. H. is unwilling to give up and is looking more closely at the little hole we might be able to climb in. I back up and find a passage behind a fallen slab about the size of a pancaked SUV leaning against the wall of rock. I tell H. [...]
Every year an old friend and I undertake an adventure. H. and I are middle-aged now. Past our prime and youth when our adventures were bolder and more carefree. I can remember when we then, full of laughter, took his new pickup and rubbed its shiny sides against aspens for luck while searching out some [...]
While we’re teetering on the very edges of our seats gripping our arm rests watching the heated race for the Most Popular Poem Award, I have a few announcements I’d like to make.
When the bobcat flashed angrily through the headlights of Alan’s famous Mustang, we sliced the silence to a primitive stop and wild eyed, grabbed the .22s resting cold and anxious on the back seat Like hunting hawks dove from the car wings folded The canyon echoed the crack crack, crack as we fired at shadows [...]
She painted herself into the landscape. On a canvas she had magicked from deep-self, April sunlight streamed from the clouds in spectacular, uncanny, rays— immaterial matter, soul stuff made flesh. She brought it to her father who pointed out how she should have painted the sunbeams with more yellow— pointing to a maudlin mountain scene, [...]
On the warm late Spring shore, late in a lunar glow, he stood looking at the waves trooping slowly, relentlessly into the cove He stood wondering about the strings of which some say he was made Of what tidal forces were they drawn? What sort of other moon forced him into existence by its orbit [...]