Small Fires by Anna Cockey

I have seen where stars come from. They rise, tiny specks of light born from an equally illuminated world. Festering underneath furled logs, laying in wait until their home is disturbed, probed by the caress of a fellow branch, these specks burst outward in a fury of light and heat. I am one with the

Yes, it’s cold by Lexie Pickett

“So what are you guys doing in town?” We get asked this question every day in the front country, in some form or another. “We’re a college course based out of Missoula,” we answer. “We’re learning about people’s relationships with the land in Montana.” “Oh, so is that just a field trip then?” “No, we’re
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