Kelly Salasin

Tag: winter

  • Midnight Mile-Marker 63

    I want to capture what it is to leave an elevation of seventeen hundred feet– thickly forested, steep, snow bound… and arrive at the ocean’s floor.  It’s mile marker 63 when it hits me.  Suddenly the world is flat.  I feel it on the inside first.  There is a shift in my internal wake, a…

  • March Mythology by Kelly Salasin

    The bright spring sun has melted all but the edges of snow outlining the yard              where last summer’s grasses      step toe-to-toe      with the dark woods                 in a tango of seasons The snow there is just a sliver…