Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer

Phoenix Park in Summerby Jeannie E. Roberts —near the confluence of the Eau Claire and Chippewa Rivers In late Decemberwhen snow drifts and icicles freezewhen horizon’s cold hazesparks a remembrance I recalleach buoyant notethe vocal floatof quartets blendingmending sowing joy across crowdscouples strollingas rock ‘n’ roll fills the airand children dancing— defining beatsin the heatonContinue reading “Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer”

Poem for Oneonta, New York by Joan McNerney

Poem for Oneonta, New York by Joan McNerney We sleep with trains dreaming in Indian names. Otsego, Otsego long lake of night trailing snow showers of light. In black wells of solitude through silent fixed stars we search for trains brightened by Indian names. Neahwa Neahwa shadows of Indian names filled with fragrant spruce andContinue reading “Poem for Oneonta, New York by Joan McNerney”

Shoes by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Shoes by Rafaella Del Bourgo The cruise ship slides down the River Danube, past tree-lined banks, small villages, each punctuated with a church spire, and clifftop ruins of castles, pockmarked and crumbling. We are wending our way through a map of bruises and scars where flesh has been opened, where it has been sewn shut,Continue reading “Shoes by Rafaella Del Bourgo”

Approaching Dublin — Coming Home by Ken Hartke

Approaching Dublin — Coming Homeby Ken Hartke IThe first smudge of low hills revealed themselves.We approached across a calm and sunlit sea.A few islands. Then an old tower. Then a lighthouse.Then we arrived — to a safe harbor, We came to Dublin and Ireland by sea — on purpose.That is the way my people leftContinue reading “Approaching Dublin — Coming Home by Ken Hartke”

The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint                 by Jonathan Yungkans

The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint               after John Ashberyby Jonathan Yungkans A silent, exploding kaleidoscope, set in stone and set in anything but stone—the glassine whirl—white and red and a blue that could only be Winchester,its West Window shattered—Biblical scenes captured like insects in amber scattered by vandalizingContinue reading “The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint                 by Jonathan Yungkans”

A Champs-Élysées Stroll, 1980 by Jeanie Greenfelder

A Champs-Élysées Stroll, 1980by Jeanie Greenfelder On a torrid day, traffic and tourists sweatand we trudge toward Café Ladurée.I’m determined to taste the famed macaronsmy friend raved about.  My husband sights a nearby brasserieand wants to skip the Café Ladureé,souring my Paris magic.I hurl vintage hurts at him:You don’t love me. You never loved me.HisContinue reading “A Champs-Élysées Stroll, 1980 by Jeanie Greenfelder”

The Naked Desert by David Del Bourgo

The Naked Desert by David Del Bourgo Coming home from a sales call at the Naval Weapons Center, China Lake, stop at McDonalds in Mojave for take-out coffee. Winds gusting from the west at sixty-miles an hour slash around the tail-end of the Sierras. It’s too damned hot to be wearing a long sleeve shirtContinue reading “The Naked Desert by David Del Bourgo”

Welsh Tea with Dylan Thomas by Margaret Duda

Welsh Tea with Dylan Thomasby Margaret Duda We hiked Cliff Road from Laugharne,noticed a peregrine perched on a grassy cliffscanning the small waders in the tidal marsh,stalking his prey in the estuary of the Taf. Approaching the writing shed, robin’s egg blue,we peered through a small window to see wherethe high school dropout composed lyricalContinue reading “Welsh Tea with Dylan Thomas by Margaret Duda”

Textures and Hues by Merrill Farnsworth

Textures and Huesby Merrill Farnsworth I did not choose the texture and huesor build the loomI simply entered the world.Fate chose the fabricspun from tumbleweeds and tornadoes,carbon black creeping under windowsillsburnt orange flames licking the skylike tongues of thirsty dragonsreaching from the belly of the oil refinerywhere my father staked his claimon a bright futureContinue reading “Textures and Hues by Merrill Farnsworth”

Pacific Rim by Laurel Benjamin

Pacific Rim Pacific Rim National Park, Vancouver Island by Laurel Benjamin Gold foam on the shore laces with currents from the rainforest minerals clear blue and green. Choked roots decompose sending runoff across the sand in a deep cut. Brown and crackly, mossy, smoothly covered in mud. The forest at water’s edge opens to aContinue reading “Pacific Rim by Laurel Benjamin”