Arts & Culture
Tessa Miller
All angels fly to the Bridgers.Begin the final waltz towards heaven’s gates. Read more >>
Alan J. Couture
Gatlin’ Dave stared at his quarrywith eyes of burning ice—Raised the rifle to his cheekand fired once. Then twice! Read more >>
Audrey Steinfeldt
If I could pick a place to dieI wouldn’t think on itI’d lay me under this big skyOf sun and clouds and gritI’d sing a mournful lullabyBut hold back many tear Read more >>
Todd Davis
Under a Montana sky, blue-black with smoke from August fires,the weight of my line unspools, pushing away from the fly rod Read more >>
Todd Davis
The doors of the brook trout’s pink gills openand close as it wriggles in my palm, back Read more >>
Dan Spurr
Hey you!With the stick in your hand!That your dog?Wanna hear something?In the hour betweenthe wolf and the dogwhen the earth opensthe brothers howland people diehe follows me up the mountain trailYou must be sleeping Read more >>
Ashley Nelson
The sky pledged its justice to vastness and distant mountains remained unable to reveal their rugged nature against such a force. The scene was magnified tenfold by the unbroken surrounding water reflecting everything essential back into the ether. Two earths existed. Twins. Read more >>
Kent Kasting
The knowledge we have is outdated.The experience we have, underrated.Our stamina, such as it is, goes ignored.Our desire to keep up, underscored.The young replace the old.An unkind process: but direct, obvious, and cold. Read more >>
Al Nyhart
Hunting marmots in Augustnear the Shields Riverwe found parts of youburied in a sandstone outcropwith tools washed in red ochreTwelve thousand years Read more >>
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