Volume 2 Number 1 • Spring 2010
No movement In the blanched field no tracks of birds or foxes betray life beneath morning snow leaves cling to a small oak, clattering when the squall rises flakes drive into my eyes and all landmarks vanish – the old barn, the fence line, my footsteps erased by wind howling through unseen pines the prairie swirls and I'm dizzy with the boundlessness of space, lost on the hill behind my house the wind blows nowhere all the way to nothing
Alana Sherman, poet, essayist and teacher, lives in Woodbourne, NY with her husband and dogs in an 1834 farmhouse. She is a member of the Alchemy Poets Workshop, originally founded in 1963. Currently she is at work illustrating and writing a children's book, as well as completing a new volume of poems. In addition to her writing, she is a community developer, working to preserve The Old Stone House of Hasbrouck.