Revisiting Joshua Tree National Park by Carolyn Martin

Revisiting Joshua Tree National ParkTwentynine Palms, Californiaby Carolyn Martin Joshua fit the battle of JerichoAnd the walls come tumblin’ down . . .        — An African-American spiritual The terrain hasn’t changed. The Cap still tilts.The Skull glares over a parking lot.The Jumbo Rocks? This careless pile nudgedfrom eons underground lazes in theContinue reading “Revisiting Joshua Tree National Park by Carolyn Martin”

Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull

Insect Life of Floridaby Lynda Hull In those days I thought their endless thrum    was the great wheel that turned the days, the nights.       In the throats of hibiscus and oleander I’d see them clustered yellow, blue, their shells     enameled hard as the sky before the rain.       All thatContinue reading “Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull”

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”

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”

In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo

In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo The sun trips over a red rock and breaks. The Madeline Island ferry carries dusk shards. At night Bayfield shines little lights on Lake Superior. The town closes down. Wind makes me shiver even in June. The Lake is like my Aunt Stokesia, chilly even in summer, strong in anyContinue reading “In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo”

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”

Three Deer in Oquossoc by Sonja Johanson

Three Deer in Oquossoc by Sonja Johanson East will take me back. I drive west. I wend between snowbanks, until the road delivers me to a sleeping boat launch. They stand on the frozen ramp; watch me with coats that are better than mine. Ice houses and snowmobiles edge the distance. I have to turnContinue reading “Three Deer in Oquossoc by Sonja Johanson”

Off A Side Road Near Staunton by Stanley Plumly

Off A Side Road Near Stauntonby Stanley Plumly Some nothing afternoon, no one anywhere,an early autumn stillness in the air,the kind of empty day you fill by taking inthe full size of the valley and its layers leadingslowly to the Blue Ridge, the quality of country,if you stand here long enough, you could stayfor, stepContinue reading “Off A Side Road Near Staunton by Stanley Plumly”