In the Piazza del Duomo, Florence, Italy by Wilda Morris

In the Piazza del Duomo, Florence, Italy by Wilda Morris On this cool November night, I sit at an outside café surrounded on two sides by five-foot glass walls. From here, I can see the Baptistery, a corner of the Giotto’s bell tower. Beyond the Duomo with its red-orange dome, my view is obscured byContinue reading “In the Piazza del Duomo, Florence, Italy by Wilda Morris”

Home of the Desert Rat by Robert Coats

Home of the Desert Rat by Robert Coats …I shall give myself to the desert again—that I, in its golden dust may be blown from a barren peak, broadcast over the sun-lands…                                    —Maynard Dixon, 1935 Three arms of a cloud fuse to form an arrow pointing at the summit of Picacho Peak, its flanks ofContinue reading “Home of the Desert Rat by Robert Coats”

The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick

The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick How does one describe the light here in this place where the dawn really does have rosy fingers, where the mountains glow at night, their barren slopes a magnet for the radiance of moon and stars, Where whitewashed houses on the lowest slopes are strung like chalky pearlsContinue reading “The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick”

Kobe, Japan by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Kobe, Japan by Rafaella Del Bourgo Under a sky the color of mica and freshly cold, the first home of my father’s father, I sit on the platform skirting a temple, its yard, earth packed by a thousand years of feet. On the margins, gravel and rock; a monk drags bamboo tines to create concentricContinue reading “Kobe, Japan by Rafaella Del Bourgo”

Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine

Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine From Bridgeport, Connecticut To Port Jefferson, New York Paddling a kayak for 20 miles Two people working their way across Long Island Sound. Exercising legs and hip muscles Building endurance through calm and choppy waters Staying on the waterway route Marked by buoys along the way The smell of saltContinue reading “Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine”

Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla

Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla Jim Silversmith stands tall over me In Taos Pueblo as I admire filigree as delicate as the ancient work in my Indian hometown, carved into a storyteller cuff bracelet. Braids frame the burnt adobe wrinkles, braids tied in leather and not with Jasmines. A proud Rajput he, a true MogulContinue reading “Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla”

Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind

Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind We round another bend in the river, what will be one of our last, hurtle through the white, then drop into sudden stillness— a glassy stretch the color of sagebrush— the only sounds the unrushed dip of the oars and the canyon wrens calling to their mates. We takeContinue reading “Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind”

Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans

Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans The sea tears out of its skin, a Lazarus deshrouding, navy against an orange sunrise. Surfers play Jesus, waiting for a wave to let them walk on water. No one talks—words hover like gulls, pick away silence’s magic— ˖ so I say nothing and watch their bobbing devotionals,Continue reading “Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans”

Art Fair by Jeannie E. Roberts

Art Fair by Jeannie E. Roberts —near the shores of Lake Pepin Down Great River Road past the family cottage and clear-cut memories of lighthearted days a train whistle blasts and Saturday shines as only the third Saturday in July can. At Stockholm’s Village Park artists / musicians / and fair-goers merge fuse with theContinue reading “Art Fair by Jeannie E. Roberts”

Belief by Laura Foley

Belief by Laura Foley Walking the endless Meseta, we turn to see yellow broom flowers, orange poppies going by— the only way to know these pilgrims’ progress. Each night, an ancient town new to us, steps closer to our journey’s end— we feel no mystic pull toward Santiago, but we believe in the awe ofContinue reading “Belief by Laura Foley”