Dispatch From the Edge

By Peter Anderson As you head into the good cheer of the holidays, you run into an old friend on the corner downtown between the bank and the post office who happens to be hauling a hydraulic wood splitter. And you have several piñons, decimated by an influx of beetles, which have been downed and […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

By Peter Anderson It is the gleaning season. Somewhere in the Bible, he recalls, the farmers leave the remnants of their harvest for the hungry. It is still so for those who know where to look. As the high aspens begin to turn, the sandhill cranes circle above the valley before settling into some shallow […]

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Dispatch From The Edge

By Peter Anderson I tell her I need to replace the glass top of an electric range. I tell her how the bear broke into our house, stood on top of the stove hoping to find some goodies in a nearby cabinet, and fell through the glass instead. “I understand,” says the woman on the […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

By Peter Anderson Summerland siesta time. Afternoon clouds are rolling in and the skeeters are whining on the other side of the window screen. Now a light rain is falling and even the jays have gone quiet. The mountain says yes to the moisture and I say yes to some dreamy shuteye, and soon.

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Book Review – Heading Home Field Notes

By Peter Anderson Conundrum Press, 2017 978-1-9422-8021-7; 84 pp.; $14.99 Reviewed by Lynda La Rocca Short, but sweet – and wistful, sad, thoughtful, funny, poignant, or filled with longing. That’s how I’d describe the essays that make up Crestone-based writer, teacher and poet Peter Anderson’s latest book, Heading Home: Field Notes. These lyrical musings, which […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

By Peter Anderson I must have missed one of the rock cairns that marked the trail and walked off the map, but I did find a fine camp in an alpine meadow, with an island of spruce shielding me from elk grazing the waning tundra sun in a snow-rimmed cirque a mile or so off […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

By Peter Anderson Highway 17, the road I drive south to Alamosa, is also known as “The Cosmic Highway.” Why? UFOs I suppose. At the very least, alien aficionados can find each other on the observation deck at the UFO Watchtower. And then there’s the billboard, earth as seen from the moon, the great revelatory […]

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Nomadic Poetry – Querencia

Querencia By Peter Anderson Is the space where we are most at home The sound of the word takes me to water, to the river maybe, the nose of a kayak in the heart of a wave, as it spills over a ledge curls back upstream, crests and falls again crests and falls again and […]

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Dispatch From the Edge

By Peter Anderson We are in a library in a small mountain town. Another late spring storm has just arrived, bringing with it rain, hail and several inches of new snow. A traveler who has pitched his tent at the campground outside of town sits in this library looking at the weather through big windows […]

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Dispatch From the Edge

by Peter Anderson Road weary after the drive up from Page, I stop in Kayenta, near a handmade espresso sign on a sheet of plywood, and I follow the arrows – coffee this way – through an opening into a courtyard and into the Blue Shepard Coffee Shop. Try a cool, refreshing Nava-Joe, says another […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

by Peter Anderson Wolves had never been a presence in my life. I had never lived around them, so I didn’t know much about their biology or natural history. Then, early on a November morning about 10 years ago, a chance encounter here in the Sangre de Cristos changed that. I have never talked much […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

by Peter Anderson It is the third week in August. For the last two months, the sunrise has been sliding south on the eastern horizon, but today is the first day I’ve noticed it. Today, the morning light seems softer somehow. The aspens and cottonwoods throw out a little more shade during the day. The […]

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Dispatch From the Edge

by Peter Anderson Letter to a Once-Young Swamper It is the summer of 1976, you have just turned twenty, and you have landed your dream job. You arrive at Lees Ferry in a U-Haul truck full of vintage World War II rubber. And as you are blowing Shop-Vac air into two long sausage tubes soon […]

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Dispatch from the Edge

By Peter Anderson What I had in mind when I set out hitching home from Cortez one morning thirty some years ago, was making it back to a girlfriend’s house in Poncha Springs. Instead, I ended up in the Saguache County Jail. As the day began, I had every reason to believe I would ride […]

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A Crestone Pyramid Update

By Peter Anderson The nightmare would begin something like this: From the western flank of the Sangres, I am looking down on my home territory, out across the windswept savannah of the San Luis Valley toward the usual landmarks – San Antonio Mountain and the south San Juans off to the southwest, the La Garita […]

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