We Have Traveled Here by Andrena Zawinski

We Have Traveled Here Le Tréport de la Mer, Normandie by Andrena Zawinski All along the line these villages blossom with poppies, sheep and ponies graze backyards, the cows are down for rain. And a couple poses tied up in lacy bows among the jonquil and nasturtium for photographers on their wedding day as weContinue reading “We Have Traveled Here by Andrena Zawinski”

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”

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”

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”

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”

In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo

In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo The sun trips over a red rock and breaks. The Madeline Island ferry carries dusk shards. At night Bayfield shines little lights on Lake Superior. The town closes down. Wind makes me shiver even in June. The Lake is like my Aunt Stokesia, chilly even in summer, strong in anyContinue reading “In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo”

Off A Side Road Near Staunton by Stanley Plumly

Off A Side Road Near Stauntonby Stanley Plumly Some nothing afternoon, no one anywhere,an early autumn stillness in the air,the kind of empty day you fill by taking inthe full size of the valley and its layers leadingslowly to the Blue Ridge, the quality of country,if you stand here long enough, you could stayfor, stepContinue reading “Off A Side Road Near Staunton by Stanley Plumly”

January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski

January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski I think it is interesting though not exactly amusing how we go from day to day with no money. How do we do it, friends ask, suspecting we really have some stash stacked away somewhere. But we certainly do not andContinue reading “January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski”

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō

New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō New Year’s Day— sun on every field is beloved PHOTO: Mount Fuji, the sun, and a field in Fujikawaguchiko, Yamanashi, Japan. Photo by Tampatra1, used by permission. NOTE: Mount Fuji is the highest mountain in Japan, standing 12,389.2 feet. An active stratovolcano, Mount Fuji last erupted from 1707 to 1708. The mountain standsContinue reading “New Year’s Haiku by Matsuo Bashō”

Federico García Lorca, Little Ballad of Three Rivers

Little Ballad of Three Riversby Federico García Lorca The Guadalquivir riverFlows between orange and olive.Two rivers of GranadaCome down from snow to wheat field. Ah, Love, the unreturning! The Guadalquivir riverHas banks of ruddy garnet.Two rivers of Granada—One weeps, and one is bloody. Ah, Love, lost in the air! Seville has a highwayFor stately sailing-vessels.ButContinue reading “Federico García Lorca, Little Ballad of Three Rivers”