Poetry by Bill Yake
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Photograph by Greg Darms.
"In it, the oak, warbler wings flick like mica;
needles on little pines glitter in the backlight.
Hallowed or disrespected, the land goes on stolid -
shows no agony, no fear but our own."
From Searching for Lew Welch’s Cabin
Full Length Poetry Collection:
Chapbooks:
Scatter Creek Press
Bill Yake's poetry has been published in Wilderness Magazine, Wild Earth, Fine Madness, Puerto del Sol, the Seattle Review, convolvulus, Willow Springs, and several anthologies.