Move one stone


in the waterfall


and hear the changes—



every spike of chert,


fox tooth, leaf-tine


and poison ivy vine



plays with rain-sound,


turning the channel,


pointing the fall



over new beauty,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

through snail shells


and chiming caves



to join the river,


each drop finding


its own path



for the first time.


Wind along the bluff      chimes high            in the sycamores,

wheezes through     the slots of caves        and the throats               

of chickadees,   stirs the dead asters.Something comes

bounding, with golden seedsand thorns woven      through its fur,

to rub a cold bluemuzzle against my hand,follow me home.


To the Waterfall in Winter

If there is no path,  create one—    on deer-hoof feet

crush leaves, pausewhile your ears twitchand you scan

the limestone ridgeyou’re following—the black caves listen.

Then slide three timeson leaf-hidden stonesand so blunder at last

to the waterfall—sit on a rock so slantthat you’re leaning over

a ledge-trickle, a poolof wet chert gravelwith oak-leaf drain.

The water slips, drips,chains, snapsover rock and moss

that’s the palest of greens,a bobcat’s eyespeering through twigs.

You may never knowwhat inside you   needs healing,

but when the sedge wrenlights on the vineat the base of your rock

and you feel every speckleof her feathers,her pine needle feet,

her vivid eyes         trusting you,you’ll trust yourself

to climb, if you likeas high as the caveup there, by the sky

where the waterfall starts—a cave too smallfor your shoulders—

but through limestonepierced by rainfor how many years

hear how the waterfall begins—one drop.







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"Undertow" from James Fowler's short story collection Field Trip: Stories


as read by voice artist Claudia Rivera-Tinsley









Three poems from Amy Wright Vollmar's poetry collection Follow


as read by voice artist Claudia Rivera-Tinsley


























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