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”

A President Expresses Concern on a Visit to Westminster Abbey by Jimmy Carter

A President Expresses Concern on a Visit to Westminster Abbey by Jimmy Carter Poets’ Corner had no epitaph to mark the Welshman’s sullen art or craft because, they said, his morals were below the standards there. I mentioned the ways of Poe and Byron, and the censored Joyce’s works; at least the newsmen listened, notedContinue reading “A President Expresses Concern on a Visit to Westminster Abbey by Jimmy Carter”

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”

Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats

Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats We could have hiked together at Ϸingvellir into the cleft between parting tectonic plates, you with khaki rucksack and rock hammer explaining your work on the Aleutian volcanoes, and how twisted outcrops form when basalt flows into a subglacial lake. I could have told you how theContinue reading “Missing My Father in Iceland by Robert Coats”

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”

Roadside Poppies in Andalusia by Joan Leotta

Roadside Poppies in Andalusia by Joan Leotta Poppies cluster near the road after cutting wide red swaths through olive groves and pastures. Blood- red, the poppies drape fields and barrows like matador capes, marking, covering, scarred places on the land where blood once flowed. Their beauty makes a bright balm for those lost- in-battle soulsContinue reading “Roadside Poppies in Andalusia by Joan Leotta”

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”