Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski

Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski the best Christmas I can remember I was in a tiny room in Philadelphia and I pulled down all the shades and went to bed and pulled up the covers. there was no telephone. there were no Christmas cards. there was no family. there were no gifts andContinue reading “Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski”

Christmas, Mexico by Conrad Hilberry

Christmas, Mexico by Conrad Hilberry December here, with sun and the faint smell of wood smoke in the air— a late September day. The jasmine drops a few last blooms; limes swell and ripen, one by one, outside the door. Dusk comes a little earlier. Here, we will have months or years to eat theContinue reading “Christmas, Mexico by Conrad Hilberry”

The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint                 by Jonathan Yungkans

The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint               after John Ashberyby Jonathan Yungkans A silent, exploding kaleidoscope, set in stone and set in anything but stone—the glassine whirl—white and red and a blue that could only be Winchester,its West Window shattered—Biblical scenes captured like insects in amber scattered by vandalizingContinue reading “The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint                 by Jonathan Yungkans”

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”

Pont Alexandre III by Beverly M. Collins

Pont Alexandre III  by Beverly M. Collins An ageless ornament adorns the hand of flow The past and future kiss a nymph arch in the middle that slide to the shining bend of winged horses that kick on both sides Upon narrow thin-ness stands Copper’s pull on the push of gold. distinguished gold’s steady gazeContinue reading “Pont Alexandre III by Beverly M. Collins”

Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda

Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda I feel the strength of my husband’s hand As he leads me up the uneven steps Carved into the side of a fairy chimney In the Göreme Valley of Cappadocia. We enter a sand-colored room chiseled in tuff, Settle close on a stone ledge covered withContinue reading “Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda”

Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson

Newgrange Newgrange, County Meath, Ireland, 2015 by Julie A. Dickson To stand before an ancient mound on the Irish countryside, stones hewn and balanced, silent structure stands sentinel, cavern in deep darkness— but for the winter solstice, waiting for early morning light to Illuminate the ritual altar. If I almost close my eyes I canContinue reading “Newgrange by Julie A. Dickson”

Irish Cow Circle by Maureen Grady

Irish Cow Circleby Maureen Grady I sat in a field of damp grass,in the very centerof a Neolithic stone circle,imagining a piece of theatreI’d love to direct there when eight cows approachedfrom the far edges of the field,came right up to me,until their big brown headsencircled me,crowded above me. And one by one,each lay downContinue reading “Irish Cow Circle by Maureen Grady”

An Old City, Czech Republic by Laurel Benjamin

An Old CityCzech Republicby Laurel Benjamin I’m standing on a street corner in an old city after darkwhere no one appears after midnight—no couples arm in arm coming from a drinking spot,no bicyclists, no streetcars. A black dog enters the street, dragging his ownerwho struggles to hold strands of other dogs,and with one hand steersContinue reading “An Old City, Czech Republic by Laurel Benjamin”

Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans

Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans January snow had melted but wind’s frigid razors shaved away clothes, skin and blood, until white bones stood in our place. Grass and heather would stretch long and green in spring but for now, under a brackish sky it glowered before us brown, solid as a wooden wall in standoffishness—Continue reading “Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans”