Is the golden
then
rendered irrelevant
if bitter buttons
dare
to crane their necks,
stand tansy tall
and brighten
a sea of silver gravel?
—
Jackie McClure writes poetry and fiction aiming to illuminate commonplace segments of our shared landscapes. She would almost always rather be swimming but when rooted on land she she can often be found walking the hills and shores of the Cascadia bioregion near the Salish Sea in the northwest corner of Washington State where she lives. Recent work has been published in Humana Obscura, Wild Roof Journal, and Penumbra.
