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Connie Wanek


Wild Apples

The tree is old, hidden behind a veil of Virginia creeper, the apples astringent, misshapen, green with red tiger stripes, misguided adornment or miracle in the logged-over third or fourth or fifth growth along the creek. I gather a few windfalls, to [...]

Ski Tracks

1. He left the trail here heading for home as the crow flies— ski tracks, one melody, one harmony, and his meandering husky. Straight through the brown ferns past the sumac's red seed heads— a little art nouveau in the otherwise minimalist landsc [...]