The London Eye by Beverly M. Collins

The London Eye by Beverly M. Collins Like most of life, We jump aboard while the ride is in motion. Then, slowly climb to where The view grabs attention. The ascension unnoticed background elevation… Like a “People-pod,” we are a capsule-snapshot of humanity Some are in awe. They laugh, point, chatter, move all about andContinue reading “The London Eye by Beverly M. Collins”

Yosemite: A Triptych by Mark A. Fisher

Yosemite: A Triptychby Mark A. Fisher once I went to Yosemite to see rocks and once to see the trees where wildflowers could feel the vast time immense and ancient fill all the meadows with moraines filling the valley hollowed out and left by glaciers lichen covered grown green fading away Mother nature drawing thousandsContinue reading “Yosemite: A Triptych by Mark A. Fisher”

The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts

The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts Just beyond the six-panel dock daybreak resonates with electricity. Hydropower enlivens the rising light. There’s a fine mist on Lake Wissota and the dam answers with firefly-like glow. I awoke for this moment when the heavens attend to washes of color balance in blends of orange / apricot amberContinue reading “The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts”

Canada by Billy Collins

Canadaby Billy Collins I am writing this on a strip of white birch barkthat I cut from a tree with a penknife.There is no other way to express adequatelythe immensity of the clouds that are passing over the farmsand wooded lakes of Ontario and the endless visibilitythat hands you the horizon on a platter. IContinue reading “Canada by Billy Collins”

Antelope Canyon, Arizona by Jeanie Greenfelder

Antelope Canyon, Arizonaby Jeanie Greenfelder Our Navajo guide Mike shows no mercyfor the fourteen greenhorns in his Jeep.On this bucking bronco, we bounceacross the red desert to Antelope Canyon, a slot canyon with tall, narrow passagewayscarved by rain eroding sandstone.Mike points to graffiti and bullet holesfrom before the Tribe took charge. He sticks to hisContinue reading “Antelope Canyon, Arizona by Jeanie Greenfelder”

The Fading Season by Ken Hartke

The Fading Season by Ken Hartke The fading season — when all the trees have darkened but before the early snow — I build a fire in the grate and find that unfinished book. The new morning chill draws me to the coffee pot. The fire still has warmth. Today’s sky is bright and clear,Continue reading “The Fading Season by Ken Hartke”

Early Morning at Worden Truck Stop, Klamath Falls by Jonathan Yungkans

Early Morning at Worden Truck Stop, Klamath Falls          a sequence of American sentencesby Jonathan Yungkans November snow. Semi-trailer trucks dormant. No car braves the silence. Wind sands basalt from a volcanic peak to hover and stretch as clouds. Sky stained twilight blue with cloud dust. Sun dim though shining, earthbound withContinue reading “Early Morning at Worden Truck Stop, Klamath Falls by Jonathan Yungkans”

One Vote by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

One Voteby Aimee Nezhukumatathil After reading a letter from his mother, Harry T. Burn cast the deciding vote to ratify the 19th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution My parents are from countrieswhere mangoes grow wild and boldand eagles cry the sky in arcs and dips.America loved this bird too and made it clutch olives andContinue reading “One Vote by Aimee Nezhukumatathil”

Considering the Void by Jimmy Carter

Considering the Void by Jimmy Carter When I behold the charm of evening skies, their lulling endurance; the patterns of stars with names of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin; other planets that the Voyager showed were like and so unlike our own, with all their diverse moons, bright discs, weird rings, and crateredContinue reading “Considering the Void by Jimmy Carter”

Pandemic Escapees by Leah Mueller

Pandemic Escapees by Leah Mueller Lying in our motel bed halfway between Washington and Arizona: fitful crossroads of a dirty central California town. Steinbeck country minus the romance. Days Inn of Westley, ground-floor room with a parking lot view, 68 dollars plus tax. I shove my ears tight against the pillows to stifle the endlessContinue reading “Pandemic Escapees by Leah Mueller”