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Cranes in August They clutter the house, awkwardly folded, unable to rise. My daughter makes and makes them, having heard the old story: what we create may save us. I string a long line of them over...

from Persian Blue Tonight, our thousand and second night,tell me the story of our laughterthrough sudden summer rain. Tell me the story of salt: on your shoulder,chest, and chin. Tell me how that...

from Lost Coast On a treadmill by the window at 16th and De HaroI name pigeons, high wires, green car,blue. There must be other namesfor metal boxes, electrical labyrinthsrigged across the sky. Other...

The Night Piece The fog drifts slowly down the hill And as I mount gets thicker still, Closes me in, makes me its own Like bedclothes on the paving stone. Here are the last few streets to climb...

Stars At dusk the first stars appear.Not one eager finger points toward them.A little later the stars spread with the nightAnd an orange moon risesTo lead them, like a shepherd, toward dawn. “Stars,”...

Workshop Dates and Times To view and download the workshop agenda and presentation slides, please follow the links below: Day 1 - February 2nd, 2021 - 1:00 PM to 5:00 PM Day 2 - February 3rd, 2021 - 1...