By the Taiya River by Penelope Moffet

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”

Hamlin Lake, Michigan, 1940s by Joan Colby

Hamlin Lake, Michigan, 1940sby Joan Colby A smell of damp, of mildewPermeated the cottage, lakeside,Built of simple unfinished planks,Nothing polished or complicated,Floorboards, thin wallsSo every conversation could be overheard. A red pump by the chipped sinkThat groaned to expel tinged water.A woodstove my mother cursedAs we stood dripping from our lake bathsHolding bars of Ivory,Continue reading “Hamlin Lake, Michigan, 1940s by Joan Colby”

Survivor Tree by Joan McNerney

Survivor Tree May 2011 by Joan McNerney There in core of the World Trade Center this pear tree stands. It grew from ash of bodies clasping hands falling in air. Cared for by those who believe in life. Now reaching for heaven despite the hatred of men screaming in streets. Look how sunlight touches eachContinue reading “Survivor Tree by Joan McNerney”

Anacapa Island by Jonathan Yungkans

Anacapa Island by Jonathan Yungkans The island is Eneepah to the Chumash Islanders, meaning ever-changing or deceptive or perhaps mirage. Like the picture of California’s best view I saw online— the spine of Santa Monica Mountains rising from the Pacific, grey against deep blue, clouds purple bruises above them and the distant sunset gold. NothingContinue reading “Anacapa Island by Jonathan Yungkans”

Stone Upon Stone, Soul Upon Soul by Ken Hartke

Stone Upon Stone, Soul Upon Soul by Ken Hartke For good or for ill, they left their mark. Rich in their vow of poverty; at least by local standards. They had their cigars and their chocolate. They had their music and their books. They had their Faith. They had untold riches in willing backs andContinue reading “Stone Upon Stone, Soul Upon Soul by Ken Hartke”

One Place in New England by David P.Miller

One Place in New England by David P. Miller to Charles Ives and his symphonic cataclysm The trumpets and drums of “Putnam’s Camp” topple over each other in a race toward high- steppin’ small-town holiday promenade and its irresistible brass detonation. “The Housatonic at Stockbridge”: an immersed orchestral mass, recollected river swelling from flow andContinue reading “One Place in New England by David P.Miller”

Home of the Desert Rat by Robert Coats

Home of the Desert Rat by Robert Coats …I shall give myself to the desert again—that I, in its golden dust may be blown from a barren peak, broadcast over the sun-lands…                                    —Maynard Dixon, 1935 Three arms of a cloud fuse to form an arrow pointing at the summit of Picacho Peak, its flanks ofContinue reading “Home of the Desert Rat by Robert Coats”

Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine

Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine From Bridgeport, Connecticut To Port Jefferson, New York Paddling a kayak for 20 miles Two people working their way across Long Island Sound. Exercising legs and hip muscles Building endurance through calm and choppy waters Staying on the waterway route Marked by buoys along the way The smell of saltContinue reading “Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine”

Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla

Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla Jim Silversmith stands tall over me In Taos Pueblo as I admire filigree as delicate as the ancient work in my Indian hometown, carved into a storyteller cuff bracelet. Braids frame the burnt adobe wrinkles, braids tied in leather and not with Jasmines. A proud Rajput he, a true MogulContinue reading “Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla”

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”