A Reflection of Beauty in Washington by Jimmy Carter

A Reflection of Beauty in Washington by Jimmy Carter I recall one winter night going to the White House roof to study the Orion nebulae, but we could barely see the stars, their images so paled by city lights. Suddenly we heard a sound primeval in its tone and rhythm coming from the northern sky.Continue reading “A Reflection of Beauty in Washington by Jimmy Carter”

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”

American Colossus by Yvette Viets Flaten

American Colossus by Yvette Viets Flaten Chiseled out of native rock, I don’t expect this seated colossus to spring to life before me. Not in any mobile way. But it’s as if the stone catches breath and his eyes take light, and although I am among a throng, I am not. Just he and I,Continue reading “American Colossus by Yvette Viets Flaten”

Textures and Hues by Merrill Farnsworth

Textures and Huesby Merrill Farnsworth I did not choose the texture and huesor build the loomI simply entered the world.Fate chose the fabricspun from tumbleweeds and tornadoes,carbon black creeping under windowsillsburnt orange flames licking the skylike tongues of thirsty dragonsreaching from the belly of the oil refinerywhere my father staked his claimon a bright futureContinue reading “Textures and Hues by Merrill Farnsworth”

Union Street by Miriam Levine

Union Streetby Miriam Levine The calm fall night when blazing leaves were invisibleand the curtain of the living room windowblurred the gold dome of the capitol buildingrecognizable though beautifully clouded;and three windows of the house on Centre Streetalso came through but these in pale blue;and I thought everything is in its place—hushed and muted, evenContinue reading “Union Street by Miriam Levine”

Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon

Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon Loop towers loom behind their gleam, and I can take you to the parking lot just off Dearborn Street where the Mayor and reporters went down into unflooded freight tunnels (although that lot is likely gone now, 26 years later). Alex and I drove south to north from city border to cityContinue reading “Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon”

In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss

In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss We walked out among the spurs of the apple trees, mending our lives behind with our life ahead. Moonlight lit the frost that was stiffening the field. A brook spoke for us mixing milky, metallic sounds. We picked the last apple off a tree, shared its white,Continue reading “In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss”

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”

Ghosts in the Garden by Andrena Zawinski

Ghosts in the GardenEpistle from The Battery, Charleston, South Carolinaby Andrena Zawinski From the city carriage house, from my window inside the piazza,from here I think I hear them. And there are two of them movingabout below inside a shuffle of whispers. There is a girlish burstof giggles lilting Gullah tongues. I imagine them there,Continue reading “Ghosts in the Garden by Andrena Zawinski”