Stone Upon Stone, Soul Upon Soul by Ken Hartke For good or for ill, they left their mark. Rich in their vow of poverty; at least by local standards. They had their cigars and their chocolate. They had their music and their books. They had their Faith. They had untold riches in willing backs andContinue reading “Stone Upon Stone, Soul Upon Soul by Ken Hartke”
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Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans
Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans January snow had melted but wind’s frigid razors shaved away clothes, skin and blood, until white bones stood in our place. Grass and heather would stretch long and green in spring but for now, under a brackish sky it glowered before us brown, solid as a wooden wall in standoffishness—Continue reading “Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans”
in the meadow magenta by Cynthia Hogue
in the meadow magenta by Cynthia Hogue (reading Robert Duncan in Haldon Forest) bloom looks like lupine from afar but up close the small bell- like flowers of wild hollyhock the holy that forth came that must come mystery of frond fern gorse a magic to which I relate to land of hillock and bolderContinue reading “in the meadow magenta by Cynthia Hogue”
The Grand Silos of the Sacramento by Lawson Fusao Inada
The Grand Silos of the Sacramento by Lawson Fusao Inada From a distance, at night, they seem to be industries—all lit up but not on the map; or, in this scientific age, they could be installations for launching rocket ships— so solid, and with such security, are they. . . Ah, but up close, byContinue reading “The Grand Silos of the Sacramento by Lawson Fusao Inada”
The Narrow Houses of Amsterdam by Megan Sexton
The Narrow Houses of Amsterdamby Megan Sexton To get to them, think in circles,think of the skinny streets of dreams,of paintings before the discovery of perspective,before the first Baedeker was written,roving at dusk, then midnightalong rows of café shelved like antique books;think past the narrow houses of Amsterdam,first spring, then summer, in a toy city,aContinue reading “The Narrow Houses of Amsterdam by Megan Sexton”
Fragment 9: The Netherlands by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Fragment 9: The Netherlandsby Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;—Willows whose trunks beside the shadows stoodOf their own higher half, and willowy swamp:—Farmhouses that at anchor seem’d—in the inland skyThe fog-transfixing spiresWater, wide water, greenness and green banks,And water seen— PHOTO: Kinderdijk, Netherlands. Photo by Giuseppe Bandiera on Unsplash. NOTE: KinderdijkContinue reading “Fragment 9: The Netherlands by Samuel Taylor Coleridge”
A Covered Bridge in Littleton, New Hampshire by Stephanie Burt
A Covered Bridge in Littleton, New Hampshireby Stephanie Burt I can remember when I wanted Xmore than anything ever—for X fill infrom your own childhood [balloon, pencil lead, trading card, shoelaces, a bowor not to have to wear a bow] and now I am moved to action, when I am moved,principally by a memory ofContinue reading “A Covered Bridge in Littleton, New Hampshire by Stephanie Burt”
The Igloo by Matthew Sweeney
The Igloo by Matthew Sweeney Outside the igloo he waited for an invitation to come inside. There was no knocker, no doorbell. He coughed, there was no reply. He crouched down and peered in. He felt the warm air from a fire pat his cheeks and ruffle his hair. Hello he said quietly and repeated it.Continue reading “The Igloo by Matthew Sweeney”
Midnight and Thirty-Two Maharajahs Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India by Graham Wood
Midnight and Thirty-Two MaharajahsJodhpur, Rajasthan, Indiaby Graham Wood For Rosemary Midnight, and thirty-two maharajahslook down from the family pedigree,corralled above you while you sleep.On the mantel, a clock ticks in quietsyncopation with your breathing—tomorrow and our departure edgetheir way towards the dawn.Here, this nightyou’ve notched up fifty yearsserene in sleep below these royal ghosts,oblivious of theirContinue reading “Midnight and Thirty-Two Maharajahs Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India by Graham Wood”
Train to Agra by Vandana Khanna
Train to Agra by Vandana Khanna I want to reach you— in that city where the snow only shimmers silver for a few hours. It has taken seventeen years. This trip, these characters patterned in black ink, curves catching on the page like hinges, this weave of letters fraying like the lines on my palm,Continue reading “Train to Agra by Vandana Khanna”
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