Driving One Hundred
by Barbara Drake

“Barbara Drake’s witty humor, appreciated over the years by many readers, seeps joyfully into these pages. But that’s not all. There’s the ever-accurate observation of birds and the natural world, brought vividly into the reader’s imagination; and the startling and beautiful images: I’m left with a red horse standing chest high in a marsh. Underneath the well-honed poetic voice, stretches a bedrock of wisdom gained from looking squarely at the world around her and at the passing of years in a life well examined.” —Judith Barrington

ISBN 978-0-9700302-1-4
Paperback
Price $15
Fall 2009

The Turn: Poems and Reflections 1987-1997
by Bill Siverly

"The Turn"—die Wende—refers to November 1989, when the Berlin Wall came down. The pieces in this book were written in light of that upwelling of sprit, when old political tensions were passing from the scene and something new was going on, a transition of hope rising. They also concern a ten-year period, 1987-1997, a longer, slower turn of the wheel in Germany—and elsewhere in Europe—at levels both personal and politcal, towards the process of reunification. Now, on the 20th anniversary of the events in the book, the questions raised are just as pertinent.

Clearwater Way: Poems
by Bill Siverly

Clearwater Way is a journey from the Washington Coast, up the Columbia, Snake, and Clearwater rivers, through Lewiston (my hometown), and into the woods of north Idaho. In personal terms it represents a journey back in time to my childhood in the 1950s and '60s. The inspiration to make this book a journey upriver came from the Wasco myth cycle about Coyote, who, starting at the mouth of the Columbia, created land forms, resources, and cultural practices as far as Lapwai, Idaho. Clearwater Way evokes this landscape. Some places within it can no longer be found except in the deeper layers of memory and the unconscious, and in the poetry that draws them back and gives them life and the past regained. Other places remain as present as rivers and mountains themselves, the resonance of their being echoing through our lives and in these poems.—Bill Siverly