The new issue of Bristlecone, Colorado's latest online litzine, is out -- thank you Joe Hutchison!
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to read the work of Patricia Dubrava, Jeff Foster, Beth Paulson, Daniel Klawitter, Lary Kleeman, John D. Levy, David Mason and yours truly.
Below's the poem of mine that appears in the mag. The Rainbow Family is considering hosting this year's national gathering in Colorado:
Rainbow Gathering
-for Dolores LaChapelle
Purple lupines tell us more than park rangers
when we camp amid their wolfish blooms
Tug their starry leaves until the dew
seeps into our skin & we come to realize
what a wet kiss can really mean
"That ain't dew," pipes up McRedeye
"that's coyote piss.” And the laughter we
hippies ring from the bell of our mouths
announces not ecstacy’s vespers but the
zen koan of the Trickster's leer. The fear
in the cop’s sneer. Despite the arguments
for & against Earth First!, Murray Bookchin
coast redwoods & the superiority of the
sensuous, we’ve learned how to drum, hum
& chant. How much morning tai chi teaches
us in the shadows of Shandoka's slopes
How quickly we can recover the lost harmonies
of the Wild. How deep Nature’s alive inside us
Hungry hawk chicks nested in the branching
of our neurons. Whole fields of timothy &
escaped orchard grass up against hot splashes
of Indian paintbrush. Golden mariposa petals
Wind-whipped groves of spindly doghair
tremuloides, false hellebore, sweet cicely &
& the 40-year flowering of green gentian
All the plant lore that any good Crone knows
Hiking with her we stumble into beauty
Carry home stone. Bone antlers. Trilobites &
fat boletes to remind us on the way to & fro
what’s meant in taking the time to lose
ourselves in skies gone psilocybin. To grok
bristlecone pine impervious to alpine gusts
To settle into the embrace of our more
than human family, and even if only
for a few days, to hear our own opened
hearts singing us back into the mystery
