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”
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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”
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”
POETRY and PLACES 