Travis Truax

Front Royal, Virginia

The hickory-bark hands
of Old Dominion.

The long let-go of spring.

The settled oaks along the road
grow. And a century
of flowers

shout about the weather.


Is that how a river is?

How the mountains

I’ve been born

to know.

A glass of tea.

The sailing clouds.

The morning porch
my mother
reads from

rests like a quiet
spilling in the mountains.

Travis earned his bachelor's degree in English from Southeastern Oklahoma State University in 2010. After college he worked in various national parks out west, including Zion, Olympic and Yellowstone. He worked as an editorial assistant for the University of Oklahoma Press before settling in Bozeman, Montana, last September. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Quarterly West, Flyover Country, Pinyon Review, Raleigh Review, and The Eastern Iowa Review.

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