Dixie Lee Partridge
DIXIE PARTRIDGE {[email protected]} is a frequent contributor of poetry in Dialogue: A Journal of Mormon Thought, and other periodicals. She lives in the Columbia Basin in the state of Washington and writes frequently about it and the landscape of her childhood in Idaho.
Noted in the Dark
Articles/Essays – Volume 56, No. 3
Some nights here there’ve been singings the children out into twilight . . . their countings,their hidings, their ally ally oxen frees.And sometimes the crickets were not sounding bereft but offered impressions you needed to hear. Now in…
Read moreThese Are the Hours
Articles/Essays – Volume 56, No. 3
when birds disappear taking strips of light folded in feathersnight insects ready themselves for meals from leaves of rose and raspberrythe hollow by the lane pools with evening like waterno moonrise cool radiance but night…
Read moreVantage: Hoback Rim to Wind River
Articles/Essays – Volume 56, No. 3
Closed to drift most of the year,trails descend through short lives of wildflowersbright in colonies, August air verging on frost,its thin metallic edge:snow squalls visible aheadwhere a continent divides.Life stays steep. Nothing in the view…
Read moreThe Days Between—After Leaving Our YoungestAt College
Articles/Essays – Volume 56, No. 3
It’s turning fall in this long alley of young trees,poplar leaves still and golding in deep shade.You see no one and hear not even birds. But the pale trunks together seem to humlike choir rows,…
Read moreNocturne, October
Articles/Essays – Volume 20, No. 4
The chapel dark, organ pipes glow
moon-silver. Silence
is filled: after-ripples,
the aura of living tones,
Bach, Handel.
On Seeing Part of a Cast Iron Stove, Rusting Behind a Shed
Articles/Essays – Volume 20, No. 4
We didn’t know they were hard times,
even though that winter they had to borrow our hoard:
seven dollars from me and five from my sister.
Our days were the usual homemade loaves,
peaches we’d bottled, our own half-beef in the locker,
Luggage
Articles/Essays – Volume 20, No. 4
You are required to keep the poundage low:
two large cases and a carry-on:
what you take for months overseas.
In a year of famine, you have volunteered
Saturday: One Version (Fourth Week of an Unidentified Illness)
Articles/Essays – Volume 28, No. 2
Movement: Out of Doors, Out of Town, In Dangerous Times
Articles/Essays – Volume 37, No. 1