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As nature beckons to the desolate machine by Steven L. Peck

Saturday, February 15th, 2014

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 […]

Temptations in the Desert by Steven L. Peck

Monday, May 21st, 2012

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 […]

A Patchwork by Steven L. Peck

Monday, August 8th, 2011

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 […]

Dialogue Summer 2011 issue has some WIZards

Monday, June 6th, 2011

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 […]

Crossing Boundaries, Part Two by Steven L. Peck

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

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. […]

Crossing Boundaries, Part One by Steven L. Peck

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011

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 […]

WIZ announcements

Tuesday, May 10th, 2011

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.

Bobcat by Steven L. Peck

Friday, April 29th, 2011

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 […]

Her Father’s Critique by Steven L. Peck

Tuesday, April 26th, 2011

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, […]