By the Taiya River by Penelope Moffet I let the wind blow through me where alder and willow grow in sandy soil, where light green cottonwood leaves vibrate against the darker greens of spruce and hemlock. Stones pummeled by the river, some white flecked with black, some orange or gray or brown, some round, someContinue reading “By the Taiya River by Penelope Moffet”
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Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind
Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind We round another bend in the river, what will be one of our last, hurtle through the white, then drop into sudden stillness— a glassy stretch the color of sagebrush— the only sounds the unrushed dip of the oars and the canyon wrens calling to their mates. We takeContinue reading “Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind”
Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans
Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans The sea tears out of its skin, a Lazarus deshrouding, navy against an orange sunrise. Surfers play Jesus, waiting for a wave to let them walk on water. No one talks—words hover like gulls, pick away silence’s magic— ˖ so I say nothing and watch their bobbing devotionals,Continue reading “Rincon Point, Six A.M. by Jonathan Yungkans”
Wambaw Creek by Krikor Der Hohannesian
Wambaw Creek Santee River Delta, South Carolinaby Krikor Der Hohannesian draped over the knobby kneeof a majestic cypress,a cotton-mouth dozeswrapped in a blanketof cozy April sunshine astride the far bank a young doehesitates, eyes us warily, spindlylegs on tremulous alert, nostrils flared,before bounding off apacethrough theContinue reading “Wambaw Creek by Krikor Der Hohannesian”
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”
Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon by Kevin L. Cole
Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon by Kevin L. Cole Perhaps to those familiar with their ways The sight would not have been so startling: A deer fording the Missouri in the early afternoon. Perhaps they would not have worried as much As I about the fragility of it all: Her agonizingly slow pace,Continue reading “Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon by Kevin L. Cole”
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”
Federico García Lorca, Little Ballad of Three Rivers
Little Ballad of Three Riversby Federico García Lorca The Guadalquivir riverFlows between orange and olive.Two rivers of GranadaCome down from snow to wheat field. Ah, Love, the unreturning! The Guadalquivir riverHas banks of ruddy garnet.Two rivers of Granada—One weeps, and one is bloody. Ah, Love, lost in the air! Seville has a highwayFor stately sailing-vessels.ButContinue reading “Federico García Lorca, Little Ballad of Three Rivers”
Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer
Phoenix Park in Summerby Jeannie E. Roberts —near the confluence of the Eau Claire and Chippewa Rivers In late Decemberwhen snow drifts and icicles freezewhen horizon’s cold hazesparks a remembrance I recalleach buoyant notethe vocal floatof quartets blendingmending sowing joy across crowdscouples strollingas rock ‘n’ roll fills the airand children dancing— defining beatsin the heatonContinue reading “Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer”
Shoes by Rafaella Del Bourgo
Shoes by Rafaella Del Bourgo The cruise ship slides down the River Danube, past tree-lined banks, small villages, each punctuated with a church spire, and clifftop ruins of castles, pockmarked and crumbling. We are wending our way through a map of bruises and scars where flesh has been opened, where it has been sewn shut,Continue reading “Shoes by Rafaella Del Bourgo”
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