New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner

New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner 5 p.m., corner booth Oak Bar, Plaza Hotel, New York City, Center of the World of all that matters. Where a Belvedere martini, up with a twist, contemplates you like a languid goldfish in a clear garden pool, or a suspended tear that you can take back inside, likeContinue reading “New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner”

Federico García Lorca, Little Ballad of Three Rivers

Little Ballad of Three Riversby Federico García Lorca The Guadalquivir riverFlows between orange and olive.Two rivers of GranadaCome down from snow to wheat field. Ah, Love, the unreturning! The Guadalquivir riverHas banks of ruddy garnet.Two rivers of Granada—One weeps, and one is bloody. Ah, Love, lost in the air! Seville has a highwayFor stately sailing-vessels.ButContinue reading “Federico García Lorca, Little Ballad of Three Rivers”

Cold Cabin by David Bachner

Cold Cabin by David Bachner The Maine winter set in. Up until then, we would find isolated places outdoors to make love, our two sleeping bags zipped together. But when it got too cold for that our options were limited: neither of us had a car; all of our friends lived in dorms, like us;Continue reading “Cold Cabin by David Bachner”

Robert N. Coats, Searching for Arborglyphs

Searching for Arborglyphs by Robert N. Coats In the Jarbidge Range, my seventeenth year, I drove up dusty dirt roads, across clanging cattle guards, hiked into high meadows and aspen groves. There I found the spot where in 1929, Efrain Madariaga of Iparralde, Spain scribed his name, and a record of his loneliness and desire:Continue reading “Robert N. Coats, Searching for Arborglyphs”

Native Village by Fuyuji Tanaka

Native Village by Fuyuji Tanaka A smell of dried flounder broiling At lonely noon-time in my native village Houses, their shingled roofs Weighted down with stones… Frugal smell of dried flounder broiling This lonely noon-time in my native village. On the empty white road A snow-vendor from the mountains walks alone. SOURCE: Poetry, May 1956Continue reading “Native Village by Fuyuji Tanaka”

December 1991 by David Hare

December 1991 by David Hare She drove me to Trouville in her black Volkswagen droptop Leaving Paris early by the Peripherique and getting there by noon There was frost even on the inside of the slanted back window And the laughable so-called heater pretty soon Gave out. The tyres rocked on the brittle brown concrete.Continue reading “December 1991 by David Hare”

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski the best Christmas I can remember I was in a tiny room in Philadelphia and I pulled down all the shades and went to bed and pulled up the covers. there was no telephone. there were no Christmas cards. there was no family. there were no gifts andContinue reading “Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski”

Christmas, Mexico by Conrad Hilberry

Christmas, Mexico by Conrad Hilberry December here, with sun and the faint smell of wood smoke in the air— a late September day. The jasmine drops a few last blooms; limes swell and ripen, one by one, outside the door. Dusk comes a little earlier. Here, we will have months or years to eat theContinue reading “Christmas, Mexico by Conrad Hilberry”

Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero

Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero Trying to find my roost one lidded, late afternoon, the consolation of color worked up like neediness, like craving chocolate, I’m at Art Institute favorites: Velasquez’s Servant, her bashful attention fixed to place things just right, Beckmann’s Self-Portrait, whose fishy fingers seem never to do a day’s work,Continue reading “Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero”

Oneness by Vijaya Gowrisankar

Oneness by Vijaya Gowrisankar We had come for a weekend getaway to Nature Stay, around hundred miles away from the city The treehouse cottage was made of teakwood and stood tall and proud, symbolizing strength and grit We had porridge for breakfast before we left home Given the heatwave warning, we carried bottles of waterContinue reading “Oneness by Vijaya Gowrisankar”