Off A Side Road Near Staunton by Stanley Plumly

Off A Side Road Near Stauntonby Stanley Plumly Some nothing afternoon, no one anywhere,an early autumn stillness in the air,the kind of empty day you fill by taking inthe full size of the valley and its layers leadingslowly to the Blue Ridge, the quality of country,if you stand here long enough, you could stayfor, stepContinue reading “Off A Side Road Near Staunton by Stanley Plumly”

Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell

Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell You must leave Denali as you would a lover, before dawn, while he is blanketed in clouds, while the sentry spruce and larch, dwarfed and crippled by his hand, still drowse in mist. For if they wake, they will whisper your leaving on the wind. Then Denali will woo youContinue reading “Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell”

The Canticle of Jack Kerouac by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The Canticle of Jack Kerouac (Part 2)by Lawrence Ferlinghetti There is a garden in the memory of AmericaThere is a nightbird in its memoryThere is an andante cantabilein a garden in the memoryof AmericaIn a secret gardenin a private placea song a melodya nightsong echoingin the memory of AmericaIn the sound of a nightbirdoutside a LowellContinue reading “The Canticle of Jack Kerouac by Lawrence Ferlinghetti”

January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski

January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski I think it is interesting though not exactly amusing how we go from day to day with no money. How do we do it, friends ask, suspecting we really have some stash stacked away somewhere. But we certainly do not andContinue reading “January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski”

American Colossus by Yvette Viets Flaten

American Colossus by Yvette Viets Flaten Chiseled out of native rock, I don’t expect this seated colossus to spring to life before me. Not in any mobile way. But it’s as if the stone catches breath and his eyes take light, and although I am among a throng, I am not. Just he and I,Continue reading “American Colossus by Yvette Viets Flaten”

Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren

Tell Me a Story (Part A)by Robert Penn Warren Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stoodBy a dirt road, in first dark, and heardThe great geese hoot northward.I could not see them, there being no moonAnd the stars sparse. I heard them.I did not know what was happening in my heart.It was the seasonContinue reading “Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren”

The Catfish by David Bottoms

The Catfish by David Bottoms From a traffic jam on St. Simons bridge I watched a fisherman break down his rod, take bait-bucket in hand, and throw to the pavement a catfish too small to keep. As he walked to his car at the end of the bridge, the fish jumped like a crippled frog,Continue reading “The Catfish by David Bottoms”

Paris Stories: One by Diana Rosen

Paris Stories: One by Diana Rosen On the lush green slope to the side of Cimetière du Père-Lachaise where the crumbling concrete tombstones of Molière, Colette, Hugo rest, I find myself seriously Lost, wave down a solitary figure to whom I plead, “Sortie, s’il vous plaît, sortie,” cobbled from the words for Please (a mustContinue reading “Paris Stories: One by Diana Rosen”

The Cranes, Texas January by Mark Sanders

The Cranes, Texas Januaryby Mark Sanders I call my wife outdoors to have her listen,to turn her ears upward, beyond the cloud-veiledsky where the moon dances thin light,to tell her, “Don’t hear the cars on the freeway— it’s not the truck-rumble. It is and is notthe sirens.” She stands there, on decka rocking boat, wantingContinue reading “The Cranes, Texas January by Mark Sanders”

January in Paris by Billy Collins

January in Paris by Billy Collins A poem is never finished, only abandoned. —Paul Valéry That winter I had nothing to do but tend the kettle in my shuttered room on the top floor of a pensione near a cemetery, but I would sometimes descend the stairs, unlock my bicycle, and pedal along the coldContinue reading “January in Paris by Billy Collins”