Camelback Road, Scottsdale, Arizona by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Camelback Road, Scottsdale, Arizona by Rafaella Del Bourgo Sunday, seven a.m., before the unbearable heat. This six-lane highway almost empty, the double line down the center white as bone. I am running toward the small lake near my mother’s condo, pumping my body clean with air and speed and coursing blood. To the west, CamelbackContinue reading “Camelback Road, Scottsdale, Arizona by Rafaella Del Bourgo”

Somewhere Near the Medicine Wheel by Ken Hartke

Somewhere Near the Medicine Wheel by Ken Hartke It was somewhere near the Medicine Wheel that we knew our lives had changed. A commitment had formed, a bond unspoken, that remained that way for months to come. Unsaid but forged strong for a lifetime. Silent. We were afraid to spoil it in those days ofContinue reading “Somewhere Near the Medicine Wheel by Ken Hartke”

From “Love Poem for Robin” by Michael Mirarchi

From “Love Poem for Robin” by Michael Mirarchi I. 36.09678, -112.11041 It’s sunset on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, which, with patient effort, was carved 6,000 feet deep by the Colorado River some five million years ago. We stare into the abyss, me through binoculars, you through your camera. Gently, I touch yourContinue reading “From “Love Poem for Robin” by Michael Mirarchi”

Bodega Bay Internship by Jeff Burt

Bodega Bay Internship by Jeff Burt Scraping out oysters just to scrape by waves scraping back draft daft captain capped pelican turns and terns on cans muscular mussels gulls the grafters grifters gifts of dry dock grit in paint peel pearled on deck propellers spun sun-lures in the harbor car broken down tow truck forContinue reading “Bodega Bay Internship by Jeff Burt”

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov As the stores close, a winter light xxopens air to iris blue, xxglint of frost through the smoke xxgrains of mica, salt of the sidewalk. As the buildings close, released autonomous xxfeet pattern the streets xxin hurry and stroll; balloon heads xxdrift and dive above them; theContinue reading “February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov”

Going Home: New Orleans by Sheryl St. Germain

Going Home: New Orleans by Sheryl St. Germain for my grandmother, Theresa Frank Some slow evenings when the light hangs late and stubborn in the sky, gives itself up to darkness slowly and deliberately, slow cloud after slow cloud, slowness enters me like something familiar, and it feels like going home. It’s all there inContinue reading “Going Home: New Orleans by Sheryl St. Germain”

Once in the Bronx by Gary Beck

Once in the Bronxby Gary Beck Once I had a girlfriend who lived in the Bronx.I got lost whenever I visited her.I vaguely remember her neighborhood,a resplendent boulevard built to welcomeNapoleon IV, Marshal Foch, General de Gaulle.But it received instead my urgent lust,leading me astray in the seven hills,not of rambling Romeand the conspiratorial Tiber,butContinue reading “Once in the Bronx by Gary Beck”

Night Journey, poem by Theodore Roethke with photograph by Corky Lee

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 “Night Journey, poem by Theodore Roethke with photograph by Corky Lee”

Walls by Shelly Blankman

Wallsby Shelly Blankman Dedicated to the family of my grandmother, Regina Wallenstein, and the millions slaughtered by the Nazis while the world turned a blind eye. I’ve walked these halls before,seen the dimmed faces of thoseborn to die because they were Juden,Jews.Time-tattered images of peoplefrozen in time, matted on wallslike cheap paper.Flammable.DisposableEyes of the innocentContinue reading “Walls by Shelly Blankman”

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”