Who could resist this jolly mask carved out of yellow cedar by Tlingit artist Roy Watkins? Not me. I loved happy art and when I found this turquoise lady, we seemed to be a divine match. In native art, each carving told a story. When I asked the young, eager Tlingit trading-post clerk for this…

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Should I kill the spider inching across my table? I sat in a dilemma. I hated insects in my home. And it would be easy to swat it, an instant solution. But as I looked at the little fellow, I remembered Rosie, a tarantula ambassador at a nature exhibit outside Denver, Colorado. With rose-tinted beige…

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ENTWINED – 2019 Savant Poetry Anthology includes sixty-six outstanding poems by twenty-one notable poets from around the world. It features five recent poems by Kaethe Kauffman, who has won multiple first place writing awards in the national Lorin Tarr Gill Writing Competition and in the international Amsterdam, London, Los Angeles, and Paris Book Festivals. Kauffman’s…

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Rafting down the Grand Canyon, I find myself ensconced deeply within the cycle of life, literally, a mile inside the earth with canyon walls towering above. Life abounds along the river and I watch brutal survival play out all around. We see Bighorn Sheep every day, majestically teetering on cliff edges. And if you look…

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Ankle Accolade Tons of marble teeter on crumbling ankles.After six hundred years of valiant balancing,Michelangelo’s David wobblesAnd reminds me, I owe my creaking ankles homage. They have given me decades of ecstatic jumping,High skipping,Dances from tap to hula,Meandering hikes,Deep swims,Long runs,Leaps off cliffs into heaving ocean. Now, after seventy winters, simple walksAnd occasional twisted yoga…

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Time to Forget Six weeks is enough time to forget My hybrid car needs gas, My hair isn’t naturally brown, My face has scars, I hate my enemies, I’m shy, I love sugar, I smoke. When compelled, I fill my gas tank, surprised. I dye my hair, disgruntled. I admit to my flawed face, humbled.…

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I’m sure I am not the only person who has turned to underwear for solace while grieving. The day after my mother died, on a frigid January day in Seattle, I desperately dug through Mom’s closet to find her wool socks and long-johns. I had hurriedly arrived from Honolulu and shivered uncontrollably. My other siblings…

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I give regular tours at a contemporary art museum. One day when I enter the museum, I hear the dreadful sound of a car alarm coming from a back gallery. It sound like the classic one that came out twenty years ago or so.  You would recognize it instantly: a screeching sound track alternates every…

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Standing at the edge of a cliff, I gage the expanding swell of a wave as it pushes its apex up the rock wall. If I catch the surf at its highest, I jump about thirteen feet. If I miss it, I plunge twenty-five feet or more. I’m wary. When the water upsurges to its…

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Punxsutawney Phil, a handsome groundhog with a long aristocratic nose, scuttled backward into his hole when he felt the ground tremble with Black Wolf’s approach. “Wait a minute, Phil,” howled the sleek Black Wolf who had been tracking the large rodent for weeks. Black Wolf’s fur coat shone in the moonlight, illuminating the stars and…

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