
- Vol 33 No 7
- Volume 33
- Issue 7
The Hang Gliders
Dead into a wall of wind, they cliff jump with parabolic wings curled over pilots cradled in goose down and canvas.
-Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Dead into a wall of wind, they cliff jump
with parabolic wings curled over pilots
cradled in goose down and canvas.
Hands on control wires raised toward heaven,
they spiral thermals with red-tailed hawks,
arcing from Marconi to White Surf,
soaring until wind rush and ocean chill
sap strength, practiced pilots nailing gymnast
landings on two feet, novices descending
like leg-splayed colts, kicking into scrub oak
and stunted white pine, lines tangled,
sails shredded, my doctor-mind reviewing
first aid for fractures and shock, wishing
I had latex gloves, admiring their guts,
the casual way they cast their fates to the wind.
Articles in this issue
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Powerful Stories-Winners of Our Writer’s Contestabout 9 years ago
The Mirrorabout 9 years ago
Preconceived Notionsabout 9 years ago
Foster Careabout 9 years ago
Discussing and Assessing Capacity for Sexual Consentabout 9 years ago
Recognizing and Treating Victims and Survivors of Human Traffickingabout 9 years ago
Vaginismus: “Gone” But Not Forgottenabout 9 years ago
Pedophilia: Interventions That Workabout 9 years ago
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