Golden Gate Morning by Marianne Brems

Golden Gate Morning by Marianne Brems Fog spills over the ridge like a cauldron. Thick and soft as goose feathers, swaddling a bridge not ready to rise from sleep beneath its hidden towers. The majestic turned docile inside a shroud of gray. But within seconds, like an apology for obstruction, the north tower leaps throughContinue reading “Golden Gate Morning by Marianne Brems”

French Postcards by Andrena Zawinski

French Postcards by Andrena Zawinski 1. This picture is for you of the café where I rested on the long walk from Tour Eiffel to Notre Dame, and here is another of the Louvre, with a view from the other side of the river. Tonight, nibbling at the last of the boulanger’s stiff baguette andContinue reading “French Postcards by Andrena Zawinski”

Autumn at Owen Beach by Carl “Papa” Palmer

Autumn at Owen Beach by Carl “Papa” Palmer Tacoma Washington rains a foggy mist I breathe in cadence with soft whispers of Puget Sound surf heard front row center sitting on this sand-locked log all to myself at Owen Beach. Seeking similes for birds behaving like birds as I float a morning prayer toward theContinue reading “Autumn at Owen Beach by Carl “Papa” Palmer”

Granada Park Love by Don Kingfisher Campbell

Granada Park Loveby Don Kingfisher Campbell My life has been a series of trees planted in soilOne has purple flowers nowAmidst the abandoned Stonehenge picnic area of my pastColumns rise but there is no roof, no shelterA tall tree has found its huggerA lone lamp in a green fieldThe only pathway surrounded by other arrangedContinue reading “Granada Park Love by Don Kingfisher Campbell”

Harrisburg, PA, in the Night by Julene Waffle

Harrisburg, PA, in the Night by Julene Waffle The city crawls out from under the hills, sprawling, tempered, reposing under the cool autumn sky. From valley edge to valley edge, it waits for something to happen. Underpass sighs the passing traffic. I breathe it in: frictioned tires, exhaust, catalytic sulfur. Highways circle, rhythmic rumbling above,Continue reading “Harrisburg, PA, in the Night by Julene Waffle”

Winter Sunrise Outside a Café by Joseph Hutchison

Winter Sunrise Outside a Caféby Joseph Hutchison Near Butte, Montana A crazed sizzle of blazing beesin the word EAT. Beyond it, thousands of stars have fadedlike deserted flowers in the thin light washing up in the distance,flooding the snowy mountains bluff by bluff. Moments later,the sign blinks, winks dark, and a white-aproned cook—surfacing in theContinue reading “Winter Sunrise Outside a Café by Joseph Hutchison”

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”

New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner

New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner 5 p.m., corner booth Oak Bar, Plaza Hotel, New York City, Center of the World of all that matters. Where a Belvedere martini, up with a twist, contemplates you like a languid goldfish in a clear garden pool, or a suspended tear that you can take back inside, likeContinue reading “New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner”

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski the best Christmas I can remember I was in a tiny room in Philadelphia and I pulled down all the shades and went to bed and pulled up the covers. there was no telephone. there were no Christmas cards. there was no family. there were no gifts andContinue reading “Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski”