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”

The Spirit Weavers by Nancy Lubarsky

The Spirit Weavers by Nancy Lubarsky The woman sits on a stool outside the local tourist shop. She splits the dried and bleached palm leaves into thin strands. She blends dyes from complex recipes of flowers, roots, and berries to interweave tribal tales, wildlife, or patterns from the earth’s geometry. She begins the basket atContinue reading “The Spirit Weavers by Nancy Lubarsky”

It’s Only Make Believe? by Lynn White

It’s Only Make Believe? by Lynn White The little cinema was packed, even if fictional, films about the locality were rare. And later, in the bar there was much discussion. The shots of the sheep blocking the road were appreciated. Well, our sheep were famous for their techniques of blockade. This was no fiction. ThereContinue reading “It’s Only Make Believe? by Lynn White”

French Postcards by Andrena Zawinski

French Postcards by Andrena Zawinski 1. This picture is for you of the café where I rested on the long walk from Tour Eiffel to Notre Dame, and here is another of the Louvre, with a view from the other side of the river. Tonight, nibbling at the last of the boulanger’s stiff baguette andContinue reading “French Postcards by Andrena Zawinski”

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō New Year’s Day— sun on every field is beloved PHOTO: Mount Fuji, the sun, and a field in Fujikawaguchiko, Yamanashi, Japan. Photo by Tampatra1, used by permission. NOTE: Mount Fuji is the highest mountain in Japan, standing 12,389.2 feet. An active stratovolcano, Mount Fuji last erupted from 1707 to 1708. The mountain standsContinue reading “New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō”

Robert N. Coats, Searching for Arborglyphs

Searching for Arborglyphs by Robert N. Coats In the Jarbidge Range, my seventeenth year, I drove up dusty dirt roads, across clanging cattle guards, hiked into high meadows and aspen groves. There I found the spot where in 1929, Efrain Madariaga of Iparralde, Spain scribed his name, and a record of his loneliness and desire:Continue reading “Robert N. Coats, Searching for Arborglyphs”

Native Village by Fuyuji Tanaka

Native Village by Fuyuji Tanaka A smell of dried flounder broiling At lonely noon-time in my native village Houses, their shingled roofs Weighted down with stones… Frugal smell of dried flounder broiling This lonely noon-time in my native village. On the empty white road A snow-vendor from the mountains walks alone. SOURCE: Poetry, May 1956Continue reading “Native Village by Fuyuji Tanaka”

Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero

Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero Trying to find my roost one lidded, late afternoon, the consolation of color worked up like neediness, like craving chocolate, I’m at Art Institute favorites: Velasquez’s Servant, her bashful attention fixed to place things just right, Beckmann’s Self-Portrait, whose fishy fingers seem never to do a day’s work,Continue reading “Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero”

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”

On the Murrumbidgee River by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

On the Murrumbidgee Riverby Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad Through sacred landsthe waters of the Murrumbidgeecourse in crimson sheetsthousand year old River Red Gumsmirrored in its depths. A wedge of magpie geesespear through the skiesbrown bitterns and freckled ducksjostle with white-faced heronswading among schoolsof bream and golden perch. The primordial river glidesin a Dreamtime reveriedusted with ludwigiaContinue reading “On the Murrumbidgee River by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad”