León by Lorraine Caputo PHOTO: Cathedral of León, Nicaragua (2009). Photo by Brassmaster, used by permission. NOTE: The Cathedral of the Assumption of Mary, León Cathedral, is an important and historic landmark in Nicaragua. Constructed from 1747 to 1814, the cathedral has maintained its status as the largest cathedral in Central America and one of theContinue reading “León by Lorraine Caputo”
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Central America in My Heart by Oscar Gonzales
Central America in My Heartby Oscar Gonzales On this voyage into the deep communion of solitudeI’ve casually come to knowthe old and withered costumes of the sea;I’ve walked carefully through the colors of copperwhen the dusk has already conjured the last prayer of the day;Through seasonal doorwaysI’ve called upon the twilight ghostsarched in the cornersContinue reading “Central America in My Heart by Oscar Gonzales”
Spain by Major Jackson
Spainby Major Jackson for Mark Strand Beneath canopies of green, unionists marched doggedlyoutside The Embassy. Their din was no matchfor light lancing through leaves of madrone treeslining the Paseo then flashing off glossy black Maybachsskidding round a plaza like a monarch fleeing the paparazzi.Your voice skipped and paused like a pencil.Layers of morning pastries flaked gingerlythen fell, softContinue reading “Spain by Major Jackson”
Iowa by Robbie Klein
Iowa by Robbie Klein It never completely gets dark on those back roads. There are stars, deceptively few. And velvet consumes and velvet erupts: the softness is the leaves and the dirt paths and stables and skin. And eyes. The dark places, the secret places: abrupt, always, fleeting but indelibly there, like a muscle memory.Continue reading “Iowa by Robbie Klein”
Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines
Fairbanks Under the Solsticeby John Haines Slowly, without sun, the day sinkstoward the close of December.It is minus sixty degrees. Over the sleeping houses a densefog rises—smoke from banked fires,and the snowy breath of an abyssthrough which the cold townis perceptibly falling. As if Death were a voice made visible,with the power of illumination… Now,Continue reading “Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines”
A Walrus Tusk from Alaska by Alfred Corn
A Walrus Tusk from Alaskaby Alfred Corn Arp might have done a version of it in white marble,the model held aloft, in approximate awe:this touch cross-section oval of tusk,dense and cool as fossil cranium— preliminary bloodshed condonableif Inupiat hunters on King Island mayfollow as their fathers did the bark of a husky,echoes ricocheted from roughed-upContinue reading “A Walrus Tusk from Alaska by Alfred Corn”
Hokusai in Iowa by Dan Campion
I no longer remember I am here there being no mountain and I at its foot reading the sea-level poems about me to Grant Wood whose denim bib rustles like a skiff’s sail perhaps waves in dirt and tassels really are like waves of the sea so long as we do not think about whoseContinue reading “Hokusai in Iowa by Dan Campion”
Indian Summer by Diane Glancy
Indian Summerby Diane Glancy There’s a farm auction up the road.Wind has its bid in for the leaves.Already bugs flurry the headlightsbetween cornfields at night.If this world were permanent,I could dance full as the squaw dresson the clothesline.I would not see winterin the square of white yard-light on the wall.But something tugs at me.The worldContinue reading “Indian Summer by Diane Glancy”
A Postcard from Greece by A.E. Stallings
A Postcard from Greeceby A.E. Stallings Hatched from sleep, as we slipped out of orbitRound a clothespin curve new-watered with the rain,I saw the sea, the sky, as bright as pain,That outer space through which we were to plummet.No guardrails hemmed the road, no way to stop it,The only warning, here and there, a shrine:SomeContinue reading “A Postcard from Greece by A.E. Stallings”
Return to Florence by Geoffrey Grigson
Return to Florenceby Geoffrey Grigson A theatre-sky, of navy blue, at night:traffic of the night, it darts, it screams,it is straight swifts of night with lightedeyes: upwards I read on a new building’s Face, Here P.B. Shelley wroteOde to the West Wind. Your poet, no. Normine, yet saw wind as he will or wind,oh, IContinue reading “Return to Florence by Geoffrey Grigson”
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