Stone of North Circle, Near the Cove, Avebury by William Doreski

Stone of North Circle, Near the Cove, Avebury by William Doreski Am I more impressed by the stone, a notched and corrugated haystack, or by the neighboring oak embraced by two dozen ivy vines thicker than my thigh? The oak itself boasts a four-foot diameter trunk and looks sturdy enough to brace an Anglo-Saxon Parthenon.Continue reading “Stone of North Circle, Near the Cove, Avebury by William Doreski”

Ghosts of The Great Hunger by Thomas A. Thrun

Ghosts of The Great Hunger by Thomas A. Thrun In Ennistymon, County Claire, Ireland the River Inaugh at The Cascades falls o’er bedrock in its wild rush in its hurry to the hungry sea for all the souls lost upon The Burrens the poor unfortunates wasted away buried nameless in mass graves or in theContinue reading “Ghosts of The Great Hunger by Thomas A. Thrun”

Volcano Park by Ed Meek

Volcano Park by Ed Meek In case you forgot what burns beneath the surface of the earth, pay a visit to Pele, goddess of the volcano, on the Big Island of Hawaiʻi where a fire river of lava tunnels through molten rock. You can catch Kīlauea flow— luminous at night— from black pahoehoe cliffs thatContinue reading “Volcano Park by Ed Meek”

The Cemetery at Tuscarora, Nevada by Robert N. Coats

The Cemetery at Tuscarora, Nevadaby Robert N. Coats A weathered plank with wooden cross affixed:Sacred to the memoryof our daughter M.B. McNamaraAge 7 daysDied Dec. 27, 1893. Outside the barbed wire, grazing Herefordshuff and munch, gazingat tall brome growing between the graves. Enclosed by an ornate iron fence,a monument of white marble:L.J., wife of P.Continue reading “The Cemetery at Tuscarora, Nevada by Robert N. Coats”

Midsummer on Bodmin Moor by Rose Mary Boehm

Midsummer on Bodmin Moorby Rose Mary Boehm White feathery tufts ofof cotton grasswave in a breeze. Wind rustles in the golden gorse,whispers in stunted thorn trees,strokes heather and the oddbattered blackthorn. My tightly tied boots breakdry, hard grasses overtreacherous ground. Belowthe surface run kilometersof badger tunnels. Occasionally a bird lifts off, itsflapping wings the onlyContinue reading “Midsummer on Bodmin Moor by Rose Mary Boehm”

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”

Dubuque, Iowa by Eve Triem

Dubuque, Iowaby Eve Triem Travelers notice this town for its bricks,(warehouse and mill) sun-and-snow weatheredto apricot and dahlia. And then that it is a port,the streets in waves winding from a riverand flying the side of a hill, like gulls. They will climb the stair-sprayed hill—the hill, a ball-player’s arm swung up for a catch Continue reading “Dubuque, Iowa by Eve Triem”

Syracuse at Dusk by Frances Daggar Roberts

Syracuse at Duskby Frances Daggar Roberts Seated at art-glass tablesby the muted tug of sea…lights across the bayand the feeling of centuriespreceding us.Battered bases to the buildingssome as old as Grecian conquest.Rough cobbled stonesand the evening stroll of families.Wine in our glasses slowly sipped. PHOTO: Fountain of Arethusa, Syracuse, Sicily, Italy. Photo by Luca NContinue reading “Syracuse at Dusk by Frances Daggar Roberts”

Tasting Lucca by Joan Leotta

Tasting Luccaby Joan Leotta Humming Puccini, wewalk the wide path on topof Lucca’s circular walluntil we reach the market steps.I descend to buy red beans, farro,Parmigiano, tomatoes, pancetta.In our apartment,I blend and magnifyflavors with a bit of thyme.As our soup simmers,the aroma transports us frommodern Lucca to its days as aconquered Etruscan outpost ofRome, soldiersContinue reading “Tasting Lucca by Joan Leotta”