I had never seen him cry, I never saw him cry again. I looked at the cool brass of the empty box. On the tundra yellow sedge blooms the color of bile and hope. At the base of tamaracks are pools of snowmelt covered with rusty needles. They will not pierce their way into the soil, they will give themselves up to it.
Rough bark sloughs off dead spruce.
Underneath is some pain and some food. Come birds, come heart, eat. Chatanika Dredge Owning the dredge as is, where is. Perhaps we can understand wilderness by observing its opposite, tailings strip mined 16 Below Cleary Creek. The single richest creek in Alaska.