Indian Summer by Diane Glancy

Indian Summerby Diane Glancy There’s a farm auction up the road.Wind has its bid in for the leaves.Already bugs flurry the headlightsbetween cornfields at night.If this world were permanent,I could dance full as the squaw dresson the clothesline.I would not see winterin the square of white yard-light on the wall.But something tugs at me.The worldContinue reading “Indian Summer by Diane Glancy”

Jim’s All-Night Diner by James Tate

Jim’s All-Night Dinerby James Tate Solemnity around the samovarwarms the old interlopers: grief is momentarily rinsedaway. They wait as if fora certain invitation. The voices outside area panoply of scorn. These yellow thumbs haul upthe hot liquid, but whenthe cup’s drunk it is more like an orphanage.The dead letter department,the salvation army, the animal rescueContinue reading “Jim’s All-Night Diner by James Tate”

Psalm Above Santa Fe by John Judson

Psalm Above Santa Fe                         16 March 1987 by John Judson What is it we           come to                     between mountains, long crests tipped white,           dusted on their flanks, while                     light spreads out before us,           pouring in our laps,                     soft as iris tongues, and           the lungs finally                     filled with a freshness unwilled           because unlooked for:                     sparse grass, rocksContinue reading “Psalm Above Santa Fe by John Judson”

Sunrise, Grand Canyon by John Barton (Arizona)

Sunrise, Grand Canyonby John Barton We stand on the edge, the fallinto depth, the ascent of light revelatory, the canyon walls movingup out of shadow, litcolours of the layers cutting down through darkness, sunrise as itpasses a precipitate of the river, its burnt tangerineflare brief, jagged bleeding above the far rim for a splitsecond IContinue reading “Sunrise, Grand Canyon by John Barton (Arizona)”

Early Morning in Milwaukee by John Koethe

Early Morning in Milwaukee (excerpt)by John Koethe Is this what I was made for? Is the world that fitsLike what I feel when I wake up each morning? SteamcloudsHovering over the lake, and smoke ascending from ten thousand chimneysAs in a picture on a calendar, in a frieze of ordinary days?Beneath a sky of oatmealContinue reading “Early Morning in Milwaukee by John Koethe”

Belle Isle, 1949 by Philip Levine (Detroit, Michigan, USA)

Belle Isle, 1949by Philip Levine We stripped in the first warm spring nightand ran down into the Detroit Riverto baptize ourselves in the brineof car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles,melted snow. I remember going underhand in hand with a Polish highschool girlI’d never seen before, and the criesour breath made caught at the same timeonContinue reading “Belle Isle, 1949 by Philip Levine (Detroit, Michigan, USA)”

Love Poem to Los Angeles by Luis J. Rodriguez (L.A. Poet Laureate, 2014-2016)

Love Poem to Los Angeles by Luis J. Rodriguez       with a respectful nod to Jack Hirschman 1. To say I love Los Angeles is to say I love its shadows and nightlights, its meandering streets, the stretch of sunset-colored beaches. It’s to say I love the squawking wild parrots, the palm trees that fail toContinue reading “Love Poem to Los Angeles by Luis J. Rodriguez (L.A. Poet Laureate, 2014-2016)”

Young in New Orleans by Charles Bukowski

Young in New Orleansby Charles Bukowski starving there, sitting around the bars,and at night walking the streets for hours,the moonlight always seemed faketo me, maybe it was,and in the French Quarter I watchedthe horses and buggies going by,everybody sitting high in the opencarriages, the black driver, and inback the man and the woman,usually young andContinue reading “Young in New Orleans by Charles Bukowski”

Chicago by Carl Sandburg

Chicagoby Carl Sandburg Hog Butcher for the World,  Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,  Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;  Stormy, husky, brawling,  City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.And they tell me you areContinue reading “Chicago by Carl Sandburg”

USA (Train), The Night Journey by Theodore Roethke

NIGHT JOURNEYby Theodore Roethke Now as the train bears west,Its rhythm rocks the earth,And from my Pullman berthI stare into the nightWhile others take their rest.Bridges of iron lace,A suddenness of trees,A lap of mountain mistAll cross my line of sight,Then a bleak wasted place,And a lake below my knees.Full on my neck I feelTheContinue reading “USA (Train), The Night Journey by Theodore Roethke”