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Cloudshade: Poems Of The High Plains [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Poetry)
  • Author:  Lori Howe
  • Author:  Lori Howe
  • ISBN-10:  0996020691
  • ISBN-10:  0996020691
  • ISBN-13:  9780996020695
  • ISBN-13:  9780996020695
  • Publisher:  Sastrugi Press
  • Publisher:  Sastrugi Press
  • Pages:  78
  • Pages:  78
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2015
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2015
  • SKU:  0996020691-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0996020691-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 104557135
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In every season, life on Americas high plains is at once harsh and beautiful, liberating and isolated, welcoming and unforgiving. The poems of Cloudshade take us through those seasons, swinging wide a glassless window to life in the West--to antelope flowing seamless over dirt roads, boom and bust ghost towns, deep, glacial lakes ringed with glowing aspen trees, ice fishing by the Northern Lights, and as in High Plains Solstice, live music on summer nights that

carves hot petals?
through our bodies
in its ritual of tides
and light;
licks us open?
from the inside
until we are night-blooming jasmine
seduced by the moon.

Cloudshade is a book for everyone, from poetry lovers to those who dont usually read poems. If youve ever waited through five or six months of winter for the first signs of spring, stood outside to feel the first, long-awaited summer rains, caught the wood-smoke and cottonwood scent of fall, or stood on a frozen lake, listening to winter rumbling and heaving through the ice, these poems will carry you back to what is elemental and haunting about life on the high plains, as in On the Ice, where

We wait, silent, hearing with our feet
the seething of ultramarine blood,
the twitching of bones,
rumbles of omens
and restless spirits.
The ice stretches and heaves,
cracking like gunshot,?
and beneath that, glints and gleamings
of sound, like whales
calling across the darkness.


In the poetic tradition of James Wright and B.H. Fairchild, these poems are rooted in the mercies of daily life, illuminating the intersections between our own internal landscapes and those that surround us. Howe offers a fleeting portrait of that intersection in the poem, En Route to My Fathers Funeral

At a pale crossroads,
in an open shop two floors up,
a welder works into the night.
His arc il&