Isis at Caroni by Robert Bensen

Isis at Caroni Caroni Bird Sanctuary, Trinidad   for Derek Walcott by Robert Bensen The outboard, tuned a tight tenor, ponged like a thin metallic bird trailing us through centuries of mangroves propped on stilts over the still canal. Our guide, an Indian named Nanan, lost me with every turn of his wrist down everyContinue reading “Isis at Caroni by Robert Bensen”

Carolyn Chilton Casas, The Beating of Drums

The Beating of Drums by Carolyn Chilton Casas At the pousada pequena in a tropic beach town, fatigued from too many hours of travel, we were concerned when asked to leave our key hanging on the reception wall. We had read State Department warnings for tourists traveling to this area, heard rumors to be careful,Continue reading “Carolyn Chilton Casas, The Beating of Drums”

Golden Eagles over Franklin Mountain by Robert Bensen

Golden Eagles over Franklin Mountainby Robert Bensen On Oct. 25, 2018, we counted 128 Golden Eagles, a single-day record for eastern North America. The previous single-day high was 71 (Nov. 11, 2015) so the magnitude of this big day cannot be overstated. The reason for this Golden Eagle push two weeks before the traditional migrationContinue reading “Golden Eagles over Franklin Mountain by Robert Bensen”

Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo

Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo Surrounded by xxxxxxxshattered coral xxxxxxx& sea-burnished lava I sit in the warm xxxxxxxlate-afternoon sun xxxxxxxlistening to the tide rising, waves xxxxxxxleaping over fractured xxxxxxxboulders, waves rising translucent green-blue xxxxxxxto break, frothing, arriving xxxxxxxto shore, before relaxing Red crabs cling xxxxxxxto those black crags, xxxxxxxthe surge breaking & xxxxxxxfoaming overContinue reading “Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo”

Wambaw Creek by Krikor Der Hohannesian

Wambaw Creek                    Santee River Delta, South Carolinaby Krikor Der Hohannesian draped over the knobby kneeof a majestic cypress,a cotton-mouth dozeswrapped in a blanketof cozy April sunshine astride the far bank a young doehesitates, eyes us warily, spindlylegs on tremulous alert, nostrils flared,before bounding off apacethrough theContinue reading “Wambaw Creek by Krikor Der Hohannesian”

Stone of Dreamtime by Trudy Wendelin

Stone of DreamtimeThe Ochre Pits, Australian Outbackby Trudy Wendelin In raw, ochre realmsAborigines paint the blood of ancestorsFrom deep palette of mineralsOnto desert landscapes… As shadows of siennaFade into glowing windsThrough the ephemeral lightWith burnt whispers of fire, Mining emotions from eternity,Excavating years from eonsOf ancient tears and fleshInto a dense moment in time. MyContinue reading “Stone of Dreamtime by Trudy Wendelin”

Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull

Insect Life of Floridaby Lynda Hull In those days I thought their endless thrum    was the great wheel that turned the days, the nights.       In the throats of hibiscus and oleander I’d see them clustered yellow, blue, their shells     enameled hard as the sky before the rain.       All thatContinue reading “Insect Life of Florida by Lynda Hull”

Three Deer in Oquossoc by Sonja Johanson

Three Deer in Oquossoc by Sonja Johanson East will take me back. I drive west. I wend between snowbanks, until the road delivers me to a sleeping boat launch. They stand on the frozen ramp; watch me with coats that are better than mine. Ice houses and snowmobiles edge the distance. I have to turnContinue reading “Three Deer in Oquossoc by Sonja Johanson”

Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon by Kevin L. Cole

Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon by Kevin L. Cole Perhaps to those familiar with their ways The sight would not have been so startling: A deer fording the Missouri in the early afternoon. Perhaps they would not have worried as much As I about the fragility of it all: Her agonizingly slow pace,Continue reading “Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon by Kevin L. Cole”

The Catfish by David Bottoms

The Catfish by David Bottoms From a traffic jam on St. Simons bridge I watched a fisherman break down his rod, take bait-bucket in hand, and throw to the pavement a catfish too small to keep. As he walked to his car at the end of the bridge, the fish jumped like a crippled frog,Continue reading “The Catfish by David Bottoms”