Two Jews, Truck Stop, Syrian Mountains by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Two Jews, Truck Stop, Syrian Mountains by Rafaella Del Bourgo Snow like powdered sugar on tree-tops, on the twisting road. Our truck driver brakes at a long mud hut. Beckons to follow him inside. Kerosene lanterns. An older man and woman welcome him, cut their eyes in our direction. We are seated on cushions atContinue reading “Two Jews, Truck Stop, Syrian Mountains by Rafaella Del Bourgo”

Kalimpong With Mother and Father by Amrita Valan

Kalimpong With Mother and Father by Amrita Valan It was the bedrock June of my nineteenth year Traveling by train to Kalimpong, peaceful pristine Poor cousin of crowded Darjeeling. Stayed at an old Colonial guesthouse, a charming Red roofed bungalow of deep cream. Dark Polished wooden floors and red tiles in the front. A breathContinue reading “Kalimpong With Mother and Father by Amrita Valan”

How to Regain Your Soul by William E. Stafford

How to Regain Your Soul by William E. Stafford Come down Canyon Creek trail on a summer afternoon that one place where the valley floor opens out. You will see the white butterflies. Because of the way shadows come off those vertical rocks in the west, there are shafts of sunlight hitting the river andContinue reading “How to Regain Your Soul by William E. Stafford”

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”

Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell

Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell You must leave Denali as you would a lover, before dawn, while he is blanketed in clouds, while the sentry spruce and larch, dwarfed and crippled by his hand, still drowse in mist. For if they wake, they will whisper your leaving on the wind. Then Denali will woo youContinue reading “Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell”

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō New Year’s Day— sun on every field is beloved PHOTO: Mount Fuji, the sun, and a field in Fujikawaguchiko, Yamanashi, Japan. Photo by Tampatra1, used by permission. NOTE: Mount Fuji is the highest mountain in Japan, standing 12,389.2 feet. An active stratovolcano, Mount Fuji last erupted from 1707 to 1708. The mountain standsContinue reading “New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō”

Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day

Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day On a clear day from the top of Mt. Seorak, which juts more than a mile into the sky, you can see all the way to North Korea, but Google won’t tell you exactly, or even roughly, how far that is. Sorry, your search appears to be outside our currentContinue reading “Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day”

Manzanita Lake by Penelope Moffet

Manzanita Lakeby Penelope Moffet Shallow Sierra lake more sun-warmed than mostthough still fed by snow-melt. Maybe mild in summerbut not in late September, sun ready to go down,water mirroring trees and mountains. I edge in,feet sliding over stones and muck, skincringing into liquid cold enough to form another skin.He says to himself, “Am I doingContinue reading “Manzanita Lake by Penelope Moffet”

Overnight at White Pocket by Cynthia Anderson

Overnight at White Pocket by Cynthia Anderson You sleep if you can, a blanket of cold stars pulled over your head— then rise before dawn to catch the first rays lighting those pale and painted rocks—swirled concretions of bygone dunes, shaped by wind and snow and rain, like the storm that blew in yesterday, castingContinue reading “Overnight at White Pocket by Cynthia Anderson”

Slip Over the Edge by Ken Hartke

Slip Over the Edgeby Ken Hartke Quietly slip over the edge.Disappear without a trace.Follow the old trails.The canyon trails are worn smoothby bare feet or reed sandals.Centuries old handholds are still there. Trails wind down to hidden pools.Deep shade is cool below the canyon rimScorching sunlight is a stranger here.The breeze builds toward the afternoon.ChanneledContinue reading “Slip Over the Edge by Ken Hartke”