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”
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Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Sunset at Bombo
Sunset at Bombo by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad The cliffs of Bombo Headland burn in a fuchsia sunset crags and ridges awash in a medley of violet and tangerine. In the depths of the Kiama sea columns of igneous rock stamp their ancient weight night thickens and settles mottled with astral glitter — a sprinkling ofContinue reading “Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Sunset at Bombo”
Koi Pond, Oakland Museum by Susan Kolodny
Koi Pond, Oakland Museumby Susan Kolodny Our shadows bring them from the shadows:a yolk-yellow one with a navy patternlike a Japanese woodblock print of fish scales.A fat 18-karat one splashed with gaudy purpleand a patch of gray. One with a gold head,a body skim-milk-white, trailing ventral finslike half-folded fans of lace.A poppy-red, faintly disheveled one,andContinue reading “Koi Pond, Oakland Museum by Susan Kolodny”
Yellow Fruit Tree Waterfall Park by Don Kingfisher Campbell
Yellow Fruit Tree Waterfall Park by Don Kingfisher Campbell Refreshing turbulent spray on passersby A piano of stepping stones ford wide river Leafy detritus lines asphalt paths Reflection of sky and trees in tranquil water Dark branches reach up from flowery ground Leaves spread out like fingers to catch sunlight Take a photo, paint aContinue reading “Yellow Fruit Tree Waterfall Park by Don Kingfisher Campbell”
Rafaella Del Bourgo, Gazelle in the Berlin Zoo, 1966
Gazelle in the Berlin Zoo, 1966by Rafaella Del Bourgo I return to the gazelle, press up against the barsand she comes to me.My hand slips through, strokes the curving horn,bony socket of the eye.As long as I murmur into her ear,she will stay as close as the fence allows. Upon arrival in Berlin, address fromContinue reading “Rafaella Del Bourgo, Gazelle in the Berlin Zoo, 1966”
Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin by Patrick Kavanagh
Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublinby Patrick Kavanagh O commemorate me where there is water,Canal water, preferably, so stillyGreeny at the heart of summer. BrotherCommemorate me thus beautifullyWhere by a lock niagarously roarsThe falls for those who sit in the tremendous silenceOf mid-July. No one will speak in proseWho finds hisContinue reading “Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin by Patrick Kavanagh”
Shaker Orchard by Mark Doty
Shaker Orchardby Mark Doty Holding even flowers subjectto the principle of use,the Shakers inventedthe notion of packaged seedsand a steam-powereddistiller for rosewater.They uncluttered roomstill space filledwith Universal Light—white walls, a chest, a chairhung on pegs beside a broomso perfect in its simplicityas to become a pure channel:there was nothing in those linesto impede the flowof theContinue reading “Shaker Orchard by Mark Doty”
Autumn moon by Li Bai
Autumn moon by Li Bai Translated by Ezra Pound The jeweled steps are already quite white with dew, It is so late the dew soaks my gauze stockings, And I let down the crystal curtain And watch the moon through the clear autumn PAINTING: “Pine in moonlight” by Ong Schan Tchow.
Alone in Barcelona by Ellaraine Lockie
Alone in Barcelona by Ellaraine Lockie I was forewarned about Barcelonian bandits Who specialize in stick-up artistry that rivals the genius in Picasso’s gallery and Gaudí’s buildings But I’m pilfered not by pickpockets But by an Ugly American complex that steals my security That incites anxiety of tyrant talk refusing to recognize any English FanningContinue reading “Alone in Barcelona by Ellaraine Lockie”
A Walrus Tusk from Alaska by Alfred Corn
A Walrus Tusk from Alaskaby Alfred Corn Arp might have done a version of it in white marble,the model held aloft, in approximate awe:this touch cross-section oval of tusk,dense and cool as fossil cranium— preliminary bloodshed condonableif Inupiat hunters on King Island mayfollow as their fathers did the bark of a husky,echoes ricocheted from roughed-upContinue reading “A Walrus Tusk from Alaska by Alfred Corn”
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