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What an eccentric thing is the sky / When at close of day it dances colours for my eyes. What beauty folds itself in swaddling clouds / And wraps horizon in misted shrouds. Where stars turn course, and gaily gleam / Night creeps forth.... Read more

Readers Submissions

In 2002, I embarked, with the love of my life, on a Yukon adventure I never experienced in the 29 years I lived here. Here, I confess, we were sort of living together without a "shack-up permit." Wonder what happened to that great old tradition.... Read more

Yukon Summer

How many memories are created by a simple family vacation ... Depending on how you look in the rear-view mirror, the road behind can seem rocky – one of bad luck and poor decisions – or like a yellow-brick road of which each stone.... Read more

Travel Outside

I line my pots up along Kathryn's railing. They don't make the right statement. They are the same forms I made down south, but I've left so much behind: my husband, my adult children, my home, the studio. Three thousand miles. Behind. Read more

Literature

My eyes are closed, but I can feel the gentle wind blow my hair lightly into my face. Forward, onward, it says. The fragrance of moist earth, decaying leaves and living things, envelope my senses. Branches creak and leaves flutter, letting me.... Read more

Yukon Summer

I released the cold brass doorknob and walked up a half-step into an invisible wall of ammonia, iodine, freezer-burned meat and brown-sauce stench so thick and acrid that my nose burned. The floor was shiny – impeccable – the kind that looks like.... Read more

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