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The sun is flirting with the edge of the mountain and the heat is leeching out of the day. Read more

Literature

Iremember the steamboats, the old man said. I remember them coming in spring. I remember the paddlewheels churning the water and bringing us many good things. Read more

Literature

And the muse, this time a one-liner, is this: "All I ever need to get by in this life is ... Rescue Remedy – and Jesus. Read more

What's Up Yukon Columns

The fox emerges tentatively from under the Waterfront Building, making a quick, furtive survey Read more

Literature

There's a coyote on the airstrip at Braeburn today, trotting north on the cleared runway with his nose in the air and his tail like a windsock. Read more

Literature

Mid-morning ... and there's a fairy tale moon in the sky; a sliver of silver Read more

Literature

Where will the ravens all gather now that the tree tops are gone? Where will they hatch their nefarious schemes Read more

Literature

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

What's Up Yukon Writers

She unscrewed the cap on her Coke and it "fff'ed" as air escaped. Inflight turbulence, she reckoned. The captain had warned them at takeoff. People were unusually silent; each, no doubt, finding their own way to relax. They had descended early ... Read more

Literature