It rained last night by Kanchan Chatterjee

It rained last nightby Kanchan Chatterjee The plastic bins look new & the grass smells fresh& sparrows chirp . . . I’m missing the cobbled alleys ofDurbar Square, Kathmandu Sujata,when will you return? PHOTO: Durbar Square, Kathmandu, Nepal. Photo by Richie Chan, used by permission.  NOTE: Kathmandu is the capital and largest city of Nepal, with a population ofContinue reading “It rained last night by Kanchan Chatterjee”

Kericho Gold by Ann Christine Tabaka

Kericho Gold                Kenya, Africa by Ann Christine Tabaka Morning tea, brewed with memories of a place I have been. I can taste the shade and mountain breeze. Delicate upon the tongue, flavors of earth and sun combine. The bright aroma of cool rain fills my cup, as IContinue reading “Kericho Gold by Ann Christine Tabaka”

Interlude by John Hicks

Interlude by John Hicks I’m driving home for the weekend, toward sunset fading eastern Nebraska. Leaving the world of data mapping and test design. Route 44. County seat to county seat across Iowa. The last stop sign half an hour ago, I’m still an hour from the Missouri. Farmyard lights coming on encase barns andContinue reading “Interlude by John Hicks”

Strandhill Beach in May by M.J. Iuppa

Strandhill Beach in May                                  ~  Sligo, 2019by M.J. Iuppa Instantly my breath is lost in this Atlantic air, inits steady wind swirling around my figure as ifI could be worn down to bits of sand whispering off the dunes —I look back over my shoulderto see the Irish Sea, muscular and taut, risingin its infantry of waves,Continue reading “Strandhill Beach in May by M.J. Iuppa”

Long Road to the Sugar Shack for Sugar on Snow by Tricia Knoll

Long Road to the Sugar Shack for Sugar on Snowby Tricia Knoll I stop my car in mud ruts from a thawafter a blizzard. Halfway to the shackwhere white vapor will be the happiest sightin Vermont in late March, last night’ssnowfall droops heavy limbs. The sun, our star of white on white,glares full strength inContinue reading “Long Road to the Sugar Shack for Sugar on Snow by Tricia Knoll”

A Spell of Enchantment by Maureen Grady

A Spell of Enchantment by Maureen Grady Of mint tea and dates, of Casbah and Medina, of rugs and calls to prayer, of minarets and plums, of green figs and honey, of Medrassa and holy bread, of the music of Arabic, of all tastes of tagines, of hammam and black soap, of Roman ruins andContinue reading “A Spell of Enchantment by Maureen Grady”

Gonaïves Friday by Kyle Laws

Gonaïves Fridayby Kyle Laws In dining room, on formal Haitian couch,high back carved with flowers & leaves,I read George Sand’s Lettres D’un Voyageur.Ever present goat baas under the windowheavily draped in lace until I tie it withtwine in hope of 3 o’clock breeze, hottestpart of the day, after lunch of rice anda Gonaives green cookedContinue reading “Gonaïves Friday by Kyle Laws”

Union Street by Miriam Levine

Union Streetby Miriam Levine The calm fall night when blazing leaves were invisibleand the curtain of the living room windowblurred the gold dome of the capitol buildingrecognizable though beautifully clouded;and three windows of the house on Centre Streetalso came through but these in pale blue;and I thought everything is in its place—hushed and muted, evenContinue reading “Union Street by Miriam Levine”

On the Murrumbidgee River by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

On the Murrumbidgee Riverby Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad Through sacred landsthe waters of the Murrumbidgeecourse in crimson sheetsthousand year old River Red Gumsmirrored in its depths. A wedge of magpie geesespear through the skiesbrown bitterns and freckled ducksjostle with white-faced heronswading among schoolsof bream and golden perch. The primordial river glidesin a Dreamtime reveriedusted with ludwigiaContinue reading “On the Murrumbidgee River by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad”

On the Osa by Anne Whitehouse

On the Osa by Anne Whitehouse I Into the forest, we follow a river up to a waterfall. Slowly twirling, green and yellow, leaves fall in the heavy air, and from on high a toucan trills thrillingly. Perched on a dead branch, backlit by the sky, we glimpse the bird in profile. Spider monkeys noisilyContinue reading “On the Osa by Anne Whitehouse”