Transitions and Transformations
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What changes, alters, undergoes renewal or metamorphosis in the West? The space shared and sparred-over in urban Oregon versus remote Colorado casts doubt on the concept of a true continuity to the west. Where and when do those frontiers, borders, or alterations in course occur? Each watershed and microclimate is a slight shift from the next, each city center and community hall a locus of both change and tradition, and the emotional landscapes can be as dramatic or serene as those on the map. Language can do some of the work of capturing that flux: tracking transition and transformation to get at the heart of a life lived. The poems, short stories, and creative nonfiction essays collected here raise as many questions as they answer about that often fraught, always exciting liminal space between the proverbial here and there, the now and now again.
Contributors:Eric Aldrich, Jeffrey Alfier, Betsy Bernfeld, Heidi E. Blankenship, Kierstin Bridger, Yuan Changming, David Lavar Coy, Tim Donovan, Andrea England, Matthew Gavin Frank, Rick Kempa, Mark Haunschild, Cynthia Hogue, Caitlin Horrocks, Charles Jensen, Lisa Levine, Stephen Lottridge, Jessica McDermott, Scot Siegel, Jared Smith, Victoria Waddle, Tim Weed, Susan Brown Weitzman, Lesley Wheeler
Manifest West is Western Press Books’ literary anthology series. The press, affiliated with Western State Colorado University, produces one anthology annually and focuses on Western regional writing.
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Transitions and Transformations - Elizabyth Hiscox
Manifest West
Transitions and Transformations
WESTERN PRESS BOOKS
GUNNISON, COLORADO
Copyright © 2018 by Western Press Books
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author of the work in question.
ISBN: 978-1-60732-871-1
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018935636
Published in the United States of America
Western Press Books
Gunnison, Colorado
Cover image: SHUTTERSTOCK.COM
Works previously published, sometimes in slightly different formats:
Tim Donovan: Saving Brownie
: Desert Exposure.
Caitlin Horrocks: Baseline
: Territory Issue #3.
Sarah Brown Weitzman: December Apples
: Blueline Vol. XXXVII, 2016.
ISBN-13: 978-1-60732-872-8 (electronic)
STAFF
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
Mark Todd
MANAGING EDITOR
Elizabyth A. Hiscox
CONTRIBUTING EDITORS
Taja’Mir Butler
Jennifer Cirkovic
Wyatt Ewert
Shaye Gerrity
Brooke Gilmore
Aaron Goettel
Melanie Gray
Zoe Henderson
Shelby Herbert
Haley Horvat
Orevaoghene Koka
Lillian Leaver
Melissa Leckemby
Marlida Mear
Josiah Miranda-Troup
Elizabeth Ramsey
Kennedy Sievers
Abigail Van Kirk
Jay Ytell
DESIGN & LAYOUT
Sonya Unrein
CONTENTS
Introduction
Jessica McDermott
Ars Poetica
Springs Without Rains
Jared Smith
Like the Sun Over Primeval Earth
Cynthia Hogue
Cardiolesque (Phoenix, 2015)
the cloud of unknowing
Rick Kempa
Blue Windows
Tim Weed
Gunnison Gorge
Kierstin Bridger
Mother, Anthropologist
Disclosure:
Rick Kempa
Hushed Voices
Yuan Changming
YUAN: The Origin of a Family Name
David Lavar Coy
Shopping for Light
Caitlin Horrocks
Baseline
Lisa Levine
Like a Living Thing
Tim Donovan
Saving Brownie
Mark Haunschild
No. 6
No. 13
Andrea England
Midwestern Abecedarian
Sarah Brown Weitzman
December Apples
Scot Siegel
Main Street Revitalization
Eric Aldrich
Ponderosa
Matthew Gavin Frank
Fishing in Vain with Transmogrification
Heidi E. Blankenship
Climate Change
Gate 15: Borderlands
Betsy Bernfeld
Zero Percent Contained
Stephen Lottridge
Pilot Butte
Victoria Waddle
Rubies Out of the Sun
Jeffrey Alfier
Deserted Ranch at the Base of Ironwood Range
Reaping Red River County
Charles Jensen
East Hollywood Pastoral
Lesley Wheeler
Fifty-Fifty
Contributor Notes
About the Staff
INTRODUCTION
What changes, alters, undergoes renewal or metamorphosis in the West? The space shared and sparred-over in urban Oregon versus remote Colorado casts doubt on the concept of a true continuity to the west. Where and when do those frontiers, borders, or alterations in course occur? Each watershed and microclimate is a slight shift from the next, each city center and community hall a locus of both change and tradition, and the emotional landscapes can be as dramatic or serene as those on the map. Language can do some of the work of capturing that flux: tracking transition and transformation to get at the heart of a life lived. The poems, short stories, and creative nonfiction essays collected here raise as many questions as they answer about that often fraught, always exciting liminal space between the proverbial here and there, the now and now again.
Collected into alternating sections of prose and poetry the reader can explore a wide variety of ways the west and its inhabitants transform, transition, and often resist those changes. There are quiet alterations in these pages, meditative works on what a seasonal change brings to a backyard sentinel: an apple tree. An investigation of what a main urban artery in central Arizona can tell us about life and loss. Like a vein running through a populous and a personal history—a static route in constant motion.
These are issues of the moment, of the region. They speak loudly in these pages. Does the twenty-first century allow for a pastoral set in East Hollywood? Climate change is considered, as is the modern conundrum of true
wilderness. Aging and losing and finding a way forward. Even the long-term cost of a ruptured immigration system and the way it confronts in even the most serene locations.
Those serene places are also here. Stands of Ponderosa loom, buttes and gorges emerge as places of solace, natural beauty and, yes, transformation. Often the natural environment has the last word, but it opens avenues for discovery—the philosophical slipping-in alongside physical hardship or a meditation on the barren, the foreboding, the spiritual recourse in such climes. Consider what follows an invitation to engage in the ongoing dialog of what is west,
and what the West will be.
—Elizabyth A. Hiscox, Managing Editor
JESSICA MCDERMOTT
Ars Poetica
The bird, like silk on the sidewalk, bird song
lost beyond sky, dropped flat before sunset,
before darkness forces small birds inside
wire-like oaks until morning. Dead-set
to push the bird off the sidewalk, the young
girl turns sideways, sliding her foot, eyes down,
she inches death, staring at its bird-tongue
the width of a needle. This is normal.
This small death beside red tulips, this bird
is beautiful, but when I pause and look
I say, That’s sad, isn’t it? Her unheard
nod—my not knowing what will remain
come morning. All we have is this sun,
this image, this girl and bird, this undone.
JESSICA MCDERMOTT
Springs Without Rains
For J
I
From the bus window, I see a man smoking
a cigarette on his porch. Somehow,
he reminds me of you. Smoke ribbons
catching street lights like little clouds moving
ever into darkness. You’ve never been
a smoker, never lived in Denver,
but I know you’ve stood in the cold staring
at the blank night, wondering at the shapes
of windows and stars. Wondering how you
ended where you started, alone on a porch
with your memories.
II
Before we got back together for the second time,
you winter-hiked all alone. I showed up
when you’d returned. I thought you’d died
of hypothermia. Your wet socks hung
on the back of a chair, and I begged you
from the couch to trust me. When you
said we should be apart, I told you
that you didn’t love me. How cruel I was
when I was young—so afraid of losing
you that I always did. There’s still
something about the cold and the lonely men
that remind me of you, nights without
stars and springs without rains. I remember
hugging you there, once you agreed to try
again. I should have cradled your cold feet
in my hands, should have warmed you with soup
or a blanket. I should have left when you told
me to leave; I shouldn’t have made my leaving
your memory.
III
A tarot reader told me I see my fears
in my dreams. I often find you there,
in my sleep. I am twenty again,
and we are watching the sun-set peach
and fade behind blue mountains, in
the valley where we fell in love. Maybe
the biggest loss isn’t losing but forgetting:
forgetting the exact shade of peach, its halo
shape in the sky, forgetting the need to take
your hand just to feel your skin, the warmth
there. One day we will both die and maybe
before then, you’ll think of me. You’ll
remember the apartment with shag
carpet and mold in the walls, your Levi
comforter, the lovers you made love to
beneath it, and I’ll be one of them, one
of the reasons you loved, one of the reasons
you stare into the night and let your mind run away.
JARED SMITH
Like the Sun Over Primeval Earth
I like to think of sunshine
coming over the mountains
and filling each green fiber that grows
with the distance of uncounted miles,
but justice starts before that because
of the lives that settle into the silt of oceans
and the so slow grinding of continental drift
and the seeds that were planted millennia ago,
the earth rolling over into itself, rising upward
toward where the air is more thin and pure
and those seeds begin then to branch out as lichen
and moss springs at last from almost lifeless rock peaks
so that after time has been forgotten, gone unmeasured,
those soft and vulnerable green tendrils begin to reach
that sun
that came from beyond memory and beyond meaning.
Like this, I think of genetic memory beyond time
and of the seeds of human misunderstanding reaching out
and trying to carry human growth one more step beyond
this pitiful bag of rags we carry on our bone. We try,
but in the flash of a lifetime captured on media, most
things are done too fast, and what is fast is mostly wrong
and is buried in the arms of nations turned against each other.
I know it is the little things unnoticed that go on,
that get passed from one generation to another, one
Harriet Tubman, one Martin Luther King, one Kennedy,
one Gandhi, one starving boy not exposed to media but
stretched out upon the mountains, draped beneath the cosmos,
cold and dying but reaching out toward that greater source
of life, that sun that breathes life into our souls across darkness
that makes a difference across the raft of generations, that
builds justice beyond the understanding of tired men
and is justice that brings peace to those we never know.
CYNTHIA HOGUE
Cardiolesque (Phoenix, 2015)
1
You crumple
into a rictus–spell of–
pain in chest.
A black cat in the yard full of cactus, mesquite,
appears the morning you have the heart attack.
Earlier you’d left her water.
We leave for ER /
because you cannot
stop for Death.
2
You soar away
to die,
revive.
I follow the siren, the
flashing of the distant light,
shorn
from you. Later, I’ll feed
the black cat as if
to save you.
CYNTHIA HOGUE
the cloud of unknowing
for Norman Dubie & Elizabyth Hiscox
I while at canyon’s edge
on mesa jagged-cut. far below:
an ample cloud beneath which
the river’s centuries’ flow
of late drought-stopped–
a drouth of vertue,
and dearth of all repentance–
I stand in the reddening light
of earth’s ruin, our knowing
reaching of the tipping points,
to see the length of dry riverbed,
to then cross the bridge willed
ignorance spans,
painted blue to blend with
the vaster blue above
where rests wisdom’s
lucid stone, not rising and not sinking:
I wish this one thing could stay true,
be counted on.
the bridge sways in a widening wind.
the cloud gyres.
RICK KEMPA
Blue Windows
We sit on a pair of rocks beneath a huddle of immense cottonwoods and fuel up on whatever protein and sugar we can scavenge from our depleted packs: the last peanuts and M&Ms, one final slab of jerky, dark and dense like the narrows we’ve been navigating, a precious wedge of dried apricot that glitters in the late-day light like a Colorado River rock. I produce an ancient chunk of bagel, wave it at John (who cringes), and savor it.
All day we’ve been working our way in reverse through the drainage system