COLOR OF THE YEAR

by Pepper Trail

“A shade of white will be the defining color of the next year.” —The New York Times, December 4, 2025

 

“A lofty white 

whose aerated 

presence acts 

as a whisper 

     of calm 

          and peace 

               in a noisy world.”

 

Let us blank

out all the noise

the alien rhythms

the clashing, chaotic colors

of the needful, striving world

 

The many shades of browns and blacks

(containing all colors, muddled, mongrel)

are too confusing to distinguish

so let them be bleached or thrown away

leaving us uniform, monotone, pure

 

This is our ideal: nothing at all 

no mark upon your page

no disturbance in your minds

the white of the vaporous clouds

of the snow, burying all in stillness

 

Do not call it blindness

it is merely the absence of anything to see

and so this is our choice for the Color of the Year

and the next, and the next, this white

ever more perfect, more perfectly… nothing

Pepper Trail is a poet and naturalist based in Ashland, Oregon. His poetry has appeared in Rattle, Atlanta Review, Spillway, Kyoto Journal, Cascadia Review, and other publications, and has been nominated for Pushcart and Best of the Net awards. His collection Cascade-Siskiyou was a finalist for the 2016 Oregon Book Award in Poetry.

AFTER PNEUMONIA, AFTER ACQUITTAL

by Kathleen McClung

Graphic for “Scare in the Crow” from the CD Heart of Wood by My Father's Son

I hear it first before I see: lone crow,
insistent, caws. A president who lies
and struts, here a loud bird.  The one surprise:
how long it grips that twig-ringed spot below
the Walgreens cursive script, the huge display window
of beauty creams, pills, potions, some device
for whitening our teeth—swell merchandise
or “perfect” in his lexicon. The crow
seems rooted to that perch, unyielding bird
commanding passersby to hear its call.
Sheer volume. Sheer relentlessness. No grace
or nuance here, no eloquence, no words.
Just shameless, crude intent: drown out, appall
all those outside its nest, its tilted base.

Kathleen McClung is the author of Temporary Kin, The Typists Play Monopoly, and Almost the Rowboat. She teaches at Skyline College and The Writing Salon and judges sonnets for the Soul-Making Keats literary competition. She lives in San Francisco.