Warrior Poet Prose

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Stephen Wing – Under An Incandescent Sky

Waiting for a late train the world curves away in rectangular fluorescent panes, flat light riding the curve of the rails past the red light, changing in the intersection below. The west is burning. Two towns evacuated, the administration may soon abandon its controversial “let burn” policy. http://armedwithvisions.com/2013/01/22/stephen-wing-under-incandescent-sky/

Philip Levine – Our Valley

You have to remember this isn’t your land. It belongs to no one, like the sea you once lived beside and thought was yours. Remember the small boats that bobbed out as the waves rode in, and the men who carved a living from it only to find themselves carved down to nothing. http://armedwithvisions.com/2015/03/01/philip-levine-our-valley/

Paul Watson – Shark Angels

Seventy million sharks die for our foul greed, stealing from the seas the golden seed. What we do to them we do to all, removing the sharks will cause us to fall. Three angels sing their song of praise, portraying the sharks in ways to amaze. In serving the sharks they benefit us all, if only enough can hear their wise call. http://armedwithvisions.com/2013/02/20/paul-watson-shark-angels/

Jen Eddy – Close To Nature

Men sweat heavily. Behind the behemoth crushed fern, bruised spruce, uprooted cedar, cleat-chewed ground. Smells mingle. The ‘dozer spreads earth like frosting. Contours flatten. Where once old logs lay, decaying base for lichens, lizards and pungent fungi, all scattered. http://armedwithvisions.com/2011/12/16/jen-eddy-close-to-nature/

Robinson Jeffers – Oh, Lovely Rock

And wolves have howled in the snow around a new Bethlehem: this rock will be here, grave, earnest, not passive: the energies that are its atoms will still be bearing the whole mountain above: and I, many packed centuries ago, felt its intense reality with love and wonder, this lonely rock. http://armedwithvisions.com/2011/11/21/robinson-jeffers-oh-lovely-rock/

Michael Adams – Longing

I cut my wrist on barbwire yesterday. There must have been something there– the breath of a deer, longing of an antelope, a snatch of coyote song–hung up on the wire. http://armedwithvisions.com/2011/09/18/longing-buffalo/

 
 
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