In the Mountains by Laurel Benjamin

In the Mountains               Rocky Mountains, after Pablo Neruda’s “Walking Around” by Laurel Benjamin It so happens that I live in the mountains with goats’ many-directional hair and white cliffs until June when I leave forever the expansive hoary spectacles which magnify each moraine. The scent of my friendContinue reading “In the Mountains by Laurel Benjamin”

Always Iowa by Janet Banks

Always Iowaby Janet Banks Not one recognizable face on the plane,in the airport John Deere memorabiliabeckon from the gift shop,the state, empty of love. Mother, spiffed up, her coiffure a pale shadeof apricot, Dad chewing on a bit of paperto calm his nerves as he paces,both long gone to graves. No welcoming. Kathy, once theContinue reading “Always Iowa by Janet Banks”

Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats

Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats We could have hiked together at Ϸingvellir into the cleft between parting tectonic plates, you with khaki rucksack and rock hammer explaining your work on the Aleutian volcanoes, and how twisted outcrops form when basalt flows into a subglacial lake. I could have told you how theContinue reading “Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats”

The Blue Slug by James Sutherland-Smith

The Blue Slug by James Sutherland-Smith A blue slug, the colour of biro ink, makes its way down the side of a rotting log and slides past the fire I’ve cultivated. Is this the month that slugs and snails change sex, this blue a final blue of indecision? I don’t inhabit the kingdom of theContinue reading “The Blue Slug by James Sutherland-Smith”

Candle Lighting at Fátima by Joan Leotta

Candle Lighting at Fátima by Joan Leotta The scratch of our match brings flame to the thin wick. Delicate wax drips on our fingers as we search for just the right spot to place the candle, lit for friends who are sick. Lightly burned by beeswax, our fingertips finally secure a place for our lightContinue reading “Candle Lighting at Fátima by Joan Leotta”

Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa

Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa Beyond the bend in the road there may be a well, a castle. There may be simply more road. I neither know nor ask. As long as I’m on the road before the bend I simply look at the road before the bend, since I canContinue reading “Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa”

Lucille Lang Day, What the Tortoises Know

What the Tortoises Know            Galápagos Islandsby Lucille Lang Day On Genovesa, as my husband layon the beach of Darwin Bay,a sea lion came to sniff his toesand a red-footed booby, sittingwith her chick in a mangrovenearby, let me get kissing-close. On North Seymour, the frigate birdsweren’t fazed by me, andContinue reading “Lucille Lang Day, What the Tortoises Know”

The Blue Booby by James Tate

The Blue Boobyby James Tate The blue booby liveson the bare rocksof Galápagosand fears nothing.It is a simple life:they live on fish,and there are few predators.Also, the males do notmake fools of themselveschasing after the youngladies. Rather,they gather the blueobjects of the worldand construct from them a nest—an occasionalGaulois package,a string of beads,a piece ofContinue reading “The Blue Booby by James Tate”

Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda

Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda I feel the strength of my husband’s hand As he leads me up the uneven steps Carved into the side of a fairy chimney In the Göreme Valley of Cappadocia. We enter a sand-colored room chiseled in tuff, Settle close on a stone ledge covered withContinue reading “Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda”

The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece

The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece Like a furry screw a Turkish bee hovers Above our café table. Is he here: to plug up holes made by blind gods waving sieves? to celebrate this basket of fresh bread, balanced on a pinpoint of time rushing by? —to unwind his reality, one quick capsule, riding hisContinue reading “The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece”