Père Lachaise by Jennifer Lagier

Père Lachaiseby Jennifer Lagier Our guide, Jean-Jacques,tells us stories,reads inscriptionson mausoleums.Marks a map as Iexplore a city of deathwith expatriate friends.We pass grandiose memorials.Angels and antichrists decomposebeside housewives and saints.Fading lipstick kisses polka dotOscar Wilde’s neutered sphinx.According to rumor, a bureaucratanchors his paperwork withthe severed stone sex.Someone has stolen Jim Morrison’sbronze bust, a poppy and twistofContinue reading “Père Lachaise by Jennifer Lagier”

Pont Alexandre III by Beverly M. Collins

Pont Alexandre III  by Beverly M. Collins An ageless ornament adorns the hand of flow The past and future kiss a nymph arch in the middle that slide to the shining bend of winged horses that kick on both sides Upon narrow thin-ness stands Copper’s pull on the push of gold. distinguished gold’s steady gazeContinue reading “Pont Alexandre III by Beverly M. Collins”

Cape Cod by Joan McNerney

Cape Cod by Joan McNerney Hearing waves from a distance and feeling sea breezes brush our faces, it seemed a century before we came to the ocean. So blue and bright to our eyes its rhythm broke chains of unremarkable days. Over cool sand we ran and you picked three perfect shells which fit insideContinue reading “Cape Cod by Joan McNerney”

In the Mountains by Laurel Benjamin

In the Mountains               Rocky Mountains, after Pablo Neruda’s “Walking Around” by Laurel Benjamin It so happens that I live in the mountains with goats’ many-directional hair and white cliffs until June when I leave forever the expansive hoary spectacles which magnify each moraine. The scent of my friendContinue reading “In the Mountains by Laurel Benjamin”

Always Iowa by Janet Banks

Always Iowaby Janet Banks Not one recognizable face on the plane,in the airport John Deere memorabiliabeckon from the gift shop,the state, empty of love. Mother, spiffed up, her coiffure a pale shadeof apricot, Dad chewing on a bit of paperto calm his nerves as he paces,both long gone to graves. No welcoming. Kathy, once theContinue reading “Always Iowa by Janet Banks”

Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats

Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats We could have hiked together at Ϸingvellir into the cleft between parting tectonic plates, you with khaki rucksack and rock hammer explaining your work on the Aleutian volcanoes, and how twisted outcrops form when basalt flows into a subglacial lake. I could have told you how theContinue reading “Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats”

The Blue Slug by James Sutherland-Smith

The Blue Slug by James Sutherland-Smith A blue slug, the colour of biro ink, makes its way down the side of a rotting log and slides past the fire I’ve cultivated. Is this the month that slugs and snails change sex, this blue a final blue of indecision? I don’t inhabit the kingdom of theContinue reading “The Blue Slug by James Sutherland-Smith”

Candle Lighting at Fátima by Joan Leotta

Candle Lighting at Fátima by Joan Leotta The scratch of our match brings flame to the thin wick. Delicate wax drips on our fingers as we search for just the right spot to place the candle, lit for friends who are sick. Lightly burned by beeswax, our fingertips finally secure a place for our lightContinue reading “Candle Lighting at Fátima by Joan Leotta”

Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa

Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa Beyond the bend in the road there may be a well, a castle. There may be simply more road. I neither know nor ask. As long as I’m on the road before the bend I simply look at the road before the bend, since I canContinue reading “Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa”

Lucille Lang Day, What the Tortoises Know

What the Tortoises Know            Galápagos Islandsby Lucille Lang Day On Genovesa, as my husband layon the beach of Darwin Bay,a sea lion came to sniff his toesand a red-footed booby, sittingwith her chick in a mangrovenearby, let me get kissing-close. On North Seymour, the frigate birdsweren’t fazed by me, andContinue reading “Lucille Lang Day, What the Tortoises Know”