— in Glacier National Park, Montana Leaves, like gravel on a road, are rounding yellow now, falling, spraying, becoming something else. Names are only guesses. In East Glacier, the white-bark pines on the summit have curled into gray skeletons rising from the scree. Branches, now barkless, now weathered and gnarled and needleless, become surroyal antlers,… [Read More]
Jennifer Duffield White
Jennifer Duffield White lives in Missoula, Montana. Her writing has appeared in publications such as Narrative Magazine, Drunken Boat Journal, Knee-Jerk Magazine, Stone Canoe Journal, The Prose-Poem Project, The Nervous Breakdown.com, Storyscapes, and Terrain.org. She has an MFA from the University of Montana.