This Afternoon in London by Larry Pike

This Afternoon in London by Larry Pike I stood in the museum’s Manuscript Room long enough to hear the grave whisper of the gimpy Lord’s soul as it pressed against the leaded glass. Was it an alien tongue or simply muffled sound indistinct about my ear? Its swelling sigh did not arouse the sentry whoContinue reading “This Afternoon in London by Larry Pike”

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”

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski The avenues and circle form a rough Celtic cross about four hundred by a hundred and forty feet. Standing centered in the central circle of thirteen standing stones bathed in sea breeze I feel the sky pour over me in marbled gray sympathies as if I’veContinue reading “Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski”

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”

Gonaïves Friday by Kyle Laws

Gonaïves Fridayby Kyle Laws In dining room, on formal Haitian couch,high back carved with flowers & leaves,I read George Sand’s Lettres D’un Voyageur.Ever present goat baas under the windowheavily draped in lace until I tie it withtwine in hope of 3 o’clock breeze, hottestpart of the day, after lunch of rice anda Gonaives green cookedContinue reading “Gonaïves Friday by Kyle Laws”

Binghamton Lights by Julene Waffle

Binghamton Lightsby Julene Waffle From the outskirts of the city,before the street lights and electric billboardsstop The Milky Way at street level,cell phone and radio towersshimmer, like the Seven Dwarfs’ mine,illumined by sweat and hard work,all rubies and diamonds, stark againstthe cold night sky. Darkness has settled in and covers the factory graysof old shoeContinue reading “Binghamton Lights by Julene Waffle”