Author Archives: marcbeaudin
Peacock’s Sabertooth
There’s a feeling you get in Grizzly country when you’re passing too close to what looks like a perfect location for a bear’s day bed. Maybe a thicket of huckleberries, maybe an island grove of cottonwood with plenty of downed … Continue reading
Old Poems, Tucked Away in Dusty Corners of the Internet
Having work published online still feels very strange to me. The poems flash like a blip on a radar screen, then disappear into the dark ocean of too much information flooding our brains, eyeballs and computer screens. However, the poems … Continue reading

