Lariano Sleeping by Frances Roberts

Lariano Sleeping by Frances Roberts Through the metal bars of fencing green as the plants within a view of late Autumn harvest: rosemary in flower, olives and vivid capsicum, a small bay tree flourishing, melons, lettuce, parsley, rocket, whirling spirals of mating insects, figs and lemons weighing down the branches of stubborn old trees…. squatContinue reading “Lariano Sleeping by Frances Roberts”

Bodega Bay Internship by Jeff Burt

Bodega Bay Internship by Jeff Burt Scraping out oysters just to scrape by waves scraping back draft daft captain capped pelican turns and terns on cans muscular mussels gulls the grafters grifters gifts of dry dock grit in paint peel pearled on deck propellers spun sun-lures in the harbor car broken down tow truck forContinue reading “Bodega Bay Internship by Jeff Burt”

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Nightfall at Minnamurra

Nightfall at Minnamurra by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad At the foot of Minnamurra Falls the maples heave in the gale, wind drawing applause rich with sudden confetti whirling bushels of umber, gold, sienna. The trees arch skyward upper reaches shorn as the windstorm shuffles away, balm of autumn night settles eggshell, tranquil, the forests of IllawarraContinue reading “Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Nightfall at Minnamurra”

Julie A. Dickson, September on Lake Ontario

September on Lake Ontario by Julie A. Dickson Ontario is calm today, sun warm, waves lap at rocks in quiet rhythm. I hear the call of a lone goose, Canadian black markings clear as it swims lazily — far away from the chattering flock, as if to say, “I need a few minutes.” Perhaps heContinue reading “Julie A. Dickson, September on Lake Ontario”

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov As the stores close, a winter light xxopens air to iris blue, xxglint of frost through the smoke xxgrains of mica, salt of the sidewalk. As the buildings close, released autonomous xxfeet pattern the streets xxin hurry and stroll; balloon heads xxdrift and dive above them; theContinue reading “February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov”

Carolyn Chilton Casas, The Beating of Drums

The Beating of Drums by Carolyn Chilton Casas At the pousada pequena in a tropic beach town, fatigued from too many hours of travel, we were concerned when asked to leave our key hanging on the reception wall. We had read State Department warnings for tourists traveling to this area, heard rumors to be careful,Continue reading “Carolyn Chilton Casas, The Beating of Drums”

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski The avenues and circle form a rough Celtic cross about four hundred by a hundred and forty feet. Standing centered in the central circle of thirteen standing stones bathed in sea breeze I feel the sky pour over me in marbled gray sympathies as if I’veContinue reading “Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski”

Volcano Park by Ed Meek

Volcano Park by Ed Meek In case you forgot what burns beneath the surface of the earth, pay a visit to Pele, goddess of the volcano, on the Big Island of Hawaiʻi where a fire river of lava tunnels through molten rock. You can catch Kīlauea flow— luminous at night— from black pahoehoe cliffs thatContinue reading “Volcano Park by Ed Meek”

February Snow by Francisco Aragón

February Snow by Francisco Aragón The tint of the sky between sunset and night. And wandering with you and your nephew in that maze, half-lost—Madrid of the Austrias—looking for Plaza of the Green Cross where, days before you arrived, an Opel with false plates was parked, its wheels straddling the curb, and so the vanContinue reading “February Snow by Francisco Aragón”

Threshing by Ed Ruzicka

Threshingby Ed Ruzicka Leoncio wakes me before sixso we can march down to the next town.I am to drive the Datsun that is kept there in a cousin’s garage.I have been trying to teach Leonciohow to drive but it is terrifying. So many pile onto, lean off, the pickup’s bedthat I can hardly see outContinue reading “Threshing by Ed Ruzicka”