by Michael S. Smith
I began to hear a gentle tapping on the tent fly. Then it stopped for a bit, began again, and increased. It was raining, and judging by how the clouds had looked all day and earlier this evening, the rain was likely to continue for some time.
by Brenda Johnson Kame’enui
At the hub of five valleys, Missoula glistens in late June. None of the hills and hummocks that surround the valley have turned brown after a wet spring. I love Montana. I left here at 17 and return each year, at least once. I’m here with my daughter Ani for a float trip on the Selway River of Idaho.
by Alan Contreras
He brought me here
when I was fourteen,
my hair long and dark much as yours is,
and I brought your mother
before she was ten
to see the great marsh and the mountain.