Posts by: Sylvia
by Sylvia Linsteadt
In the darkest part of the night, I woke up smiling because of the coyote tracks. I had seen them earlier that day: a side trot, crisp in the sand at Abbott’s Lagoon. Now at 3 a.m. in a dream-haze, they became magic to me. Something about that [...]
by Sylvia Linsteadt
I first discovered Gary Snyder’s poetry the day after I had my wisdom teeth pulled. With a plastic bag of frozen peas against each cheek, held in place by a black fleece neck-warmer, I reached for the book my younger brother had left on my bed while [...]
