The Land of Little Rain

E-book
Well-Greased Press (2014)
22 pp. 9x27 in.
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Erasures and redistributions of Mary Hunter Austin’s The Land of Little Rain (1903).

“Chambers of the sky materialize like an unfelt wind steeped softly against pinyons. If this is the same as it was for blackbirds flying blindly over high altars, the one who steps up at midday and matures retrospectively, who eliminates the devil's pale sky, who in fact matures away from it and drives further into the heather-grown headlands to find a flood of white feathers fumbling in the canyons. If it grows in a small enough flock, if the sky is white with clouds or gray with rain, if there is waiting stillness in the wood itself, then enough lower rounds will move us contrarily, and leaving no scar, we will return to the point where the snow is born. Once in a lifetime, when the gathering of clouds behind high ridges flushes outward with the spring, the outwardness may erect mallow sweetness stirring about the squirrels”