A poem by Christopher Cokinos.
Christopher Cokinos
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In Arizona, the people move ahead of the politicians
Arizona, once dubbed “the meth lab of democracy” by political comedian Jon Stewart, continues its sad ways. To wit, when unveiling his first “no-new-taxes” budget, ex-ice-cream salesman and new Republican Gov. Doug Ducey tried to sneak through a provision that would have taken money away from veterans’ programs for the living in order to pay […]
Posted inMarch 3, 2014: Fallon’s deadly legacy
Birthday of the burning boot
Making peace with growing older, on a hike near Patagonia, Arizona.
Posted inMarch 21, 2011: Big Beef
The Tao of Pow: Learning to love winter
Once, in midsummer, I stood in my garage with a buddy. We’d just returned from a hike near northern Utah’s Cache Valley. He saw my snowshoes hanging on the wall and asked, “Where are your tellies?” I thought he was making a “Monty Python” joke — about a skit in which the actors discuss the […]
Posted inSeptember 3, 2010: Migration
The Terrain of This Ambition
Claiming a place on the literary map of Utah
Posted inSeptember 14, 2009: Home
Coming home to the cosmos
A wandering meteor-chaser puts down roots
Posted inMay 18, 2009: The Rise of the Minotaur
Time to breathe
Stargazing and geology satisfy the spiritual needs of a Utah writer and teacher
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The backyard cat whisperer
I am on all fours in a gravel path in my yard, tapping the ground with one hand, holding a leash with the other.I am whispering insistently.The summer sun burns my neck.Seen from the road, through stalks of dead cheatgrass, my butt would appear to hover, a blue-jeans moon at noon. “Shack-le-ton.Shack-le-ton!SHACK-le-ton.” Is anyone watching? […]