Walking Flashes in Eleuthera Bahamas by Hy Sobiloff

Walking Flashes in Eleuthera Bahamas                        Governor’s Harborby Hy Sobiloff When the rain finishedI walked barefoot and slidI walked mostly with myselfPicked wood shapes from the groundThe moisture washed meMy sneakers made a pocket for the stones and piecesI came upon some grassAnd a lovelyContinue reading “Walking Flashes in Eleuthera Bahamas by Hy Sobiloff”

Archipelago by Kendel Hippolyte

Archipelago by Kendel Hippolyte If you really see the Caribbean archipelago, you will see yourself, the vivid scattered islands stirring to awakening in a sea of reverie and nightmare, the goldening light lifting green foliage out of darkness into its illumination and the surrounding blue immensity brooding an unknown creaturing of what can live onlyContinue reading “Archipelago by Kendel Hippolyte”

Siesta in Cartagena by Daniel Catton Rich

Siesta in Cartagena (excerpt) by Daniel Catton Rich The city lies, en cabochon, A black and white Dominican dawn Gives way to balconies of heat Down a cerise street, Mingled everywhere, the smell Of jasmine, Flit and tuberose, Under a baroque shell. SOURCE: Poetry magazine, February 1944. Read poem in its entirety here. PHOTO: CartagenaContinue reading “Siesta in Cartagena by Daniel Catton Rich”

Cartagena Afternoon by Lorraine Caputo

Cartagena Afternoonby Lorraine Caputo In the center of     Centenary ParkA man & a woman     clap, singing praises          unto JesusThe preacher wipes his     ebony brow Vendors roam     with hand racks of          coffee thermoses& all walls, all benches     men sit drinking tinto* In oneContinue reading “Cartagena Afternoon by Lorraine Caputo”

Indian Summer by David Dephy

Indian Summerby David Dephy That’s right, friends, it was an Indian summer.I was sitting in the New York’s taxi, as I wassitting in the hammock hanging on the waterfalland I was thinking about myself on the waterfall… “When we are not ourselves, we are killing ourselves,”I thought. “We are the lights when we are ourselves,butContinue reading “Indian Summer by David Dephy”

Woods by Joan McNerney

Woodsby Joan McNerney Sliding through archesof elms…sunshineyellow and warm as honey. Moss crawls over mudstonewhile squirrels skiparound tree stumps Imagine to be a birdin blue wind pushingair through your wing. After the long rainpine trees bendingwith cones. Branches etch evening skyturning razzle dazzlepurple red citron. Leaves drop like butterfliesfilling the floor of forestwith crunchy foliage.Continue reading “Woods by Joan McNerney”

Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson

Newgrange Newgrange, County Meath, Ireland, 2015 by Julie A. Dickson To stand before an ancient mound on the Irish countryside, stones hewn and balanced, silent structure stands sentinel, cavern in deep darkness— but for the winter solstice, waiting for early morning light to Illuminate the ritual altar. If I almost close my eyes I canContinue reading “Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson”

Irish Cow Circle by Maureen Grady

Irish Cow Circleby Maureen Grady I sat in a field of damp grass,in the very centerof a Neolithic stone circle,imagining a piece of theatreI’d love to direct there when eight cows approachedfrom the far edges of the field,came right up to me,until their big brown headsencircled me,crowded above me. And one by one,each lay downContinue reading “Irish Cow Circle by Maureen Grady”

To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon by Hedy Habra

To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanonby Hedy Habra He wanted to see our summerhouse            in the mountains of Baabdat,enter the pictures                          where a young woman his age,            her long hairContinue reading “To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon by Hedy Habra”

The Pomegranate by Kahlil Gibran

The Pomegranate by Kahlil Gibran Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.” ThenContinue reading “The Pomegranate by Kahlil Gibran”