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David Mason

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A westerner, born and bred, I grew up on the Puget Sound and in the Cascade Mountains; my soul was formed by beautiful places. Indians, fishermen, lumberjacks, and the professional folks my parents knew—there were all these ways of telling stories about the world, and stories seemed to matter. Words felt as much a part of the world as trees and animals, magic more than utilitarian.

Poetry

One Another

By David Mason

What current between us
touches abandoned days
to the present of yes?

Your face on the pillow
rapt in a distant glow
of self-loss, undertow,

Topical Poem

From the Third Storm Riddle: Hurricane

By Maryann Corbett

   Sometimes, working    at the world's surface,
I must roil waves,    must wrangle currents
to force the flood-waters'    flint-gray spate
back at the beaches.     Spray-flecked breakers
whack the walls    of cliffs. The water
dimly beneath them     heaves. The deep
is a mountain, looming.     Lurking in its wake,