Poetry from Douglas Cole

Photo: Bluesnap

Zen Painting

The land goes on forever
you might say
with a blue sliver
river through it
white-face rock crops
sun devils and heat devils
anvil cloud updrafts and
hawks riding on thermals
no trail no road no town
just pinyon and scrub brush
dust and feral eyes
chittering chipmunks and snakes like sticks
dry lightning in the hills
clouds coming with storms
big boom of thunder
we only pass through
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Douglas Cole has published four collections of poetry. His work is in anthologies and also appears or is forthcoming in journals such as The Chicago Quarterly Review, Owen Wister Review, Chiron, The Galway Review, and Slipstream. He has been nominated for a Pushcart and Best of the Net, and has received the Leslie Hunt Memorial Prize in Poetry; the Best of Poetry Award from Clapboard House; First Prize in the “Picture Worth 500 Words” from Tattoo Highway. His website is douglastcole.com.

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