Enter California’s remote Santa Rosa range—a region few know or travel. It is a country of cragged peaks, snag-strewn flats and piled bones. It is tended by the solitary crow.
These poems were written over one year. In the midst of even the hunt feel compassion for all creatures; find sense in the beautiful injustice of love and death.
Treat this as a companion for a lonely desert campfire. These meditations convey the desolate tone of a struck bell stone. They call forth the wizened ghosts that haunt ancestral cactus fields. Curl in the ferns after the rains have fled and listen for the voices that ride the wind.
This ancient realm bears wisdom, character and speaks through deathly clarity. Let us explore the concept of the native; that all godly places are charged with foreign power. Transcend fragile understanding and enter the House of the Crow.
Details
- Publication Date
- Sep 28, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Ethan Applegarth
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- Format