Union Streetby Miriam Levine The calm fall night when blazing leaves were invisibleand the curtain of the living room windowblurred the gold dome of the capitol buildingrecognizable though beautifully clouded;and three windows of the house on Centre Streetalso came through but these in pale blue;and I thought everything is in its place—hushed and muted, evenContinue reading “Union Street by Miriam Levine”
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On the Murrumbidgee River by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
On the Murrumbidgee Riverby Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad Through sacred landsthe waters of the Murrumbidgeecourse in crimson sheetsthousand year old River Red Gumsmirrored in its depths. A wedge of magpie geesespear through the skiesbrown bitterns and freckled ducksjostle with white-faced heronswading among schoolsof bream and golden perch. The primordial river glidesin a Dreamtime reveriedusted with ludwigiaContinue reading “On the Murrumbidgee River by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad”
On the Osa by Anne Whitehouse
On the Osa by Anne Whitehouse I Into the forest, we follow a river up to a waterfall. Slowly twirling, green and yellow, leaves fall in the heavy air, and from on high a toucan trills thrillingly. Perched on a dead branch, backlit by the sky, we glimpse the bird in profile. Spider monkeys noisilyContinue reading “On the Osa by Anne Whitehouse”
Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day
Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day On a clear day from the top of Mt. Seorak, which juts more than a mile into the sky, you can see all the way to North Korea, but Google won’t tell you exactly, or even roughly, how far that is. Sorry, your search appears to be outside our currentContinue reading “Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day”
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”
Captiva by Cathy Barber
Captivaby Cathy Barber Herons and egrets land below our balcony.White pelicans brush the waterin that half-V formationthey seem to have half-copied from Canada geese.From our porch, we relish the day-long silence,dotted only by a fish’s flopor an osprey’s single shriek.Our quiet ends just before sunset,when charter boats motor into the bay.The boats are jampacked withContinue reading “Captiva by Cathy Barber”
Alberta Bound by Michael Lee Johnson
Alberta Bound by Michael Lee Johnson I own a gate to this prairiethat ends facing the Rocky Mountains.They call it Alberta—trails of endless blue skyasylum of endless winters,hermitage of indolent retracted sun.Deep freeze drips haphazardly into spring.Drumheller, dinosaur badlands, dried bones,ancient hoodoos sculpt high, prairie toadstools.Alberta highway 2 opens the gateway of endless miles.Travel weary, I stopContinue reading “Alberta Bound by Michael Lee Johnson”
Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon
Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon Loop towers loom behind their gleam, and I can take you to the parking lot just off Dearborn Street where the Mayor and reporters went down into unflooded freight tunnels (although that lot is likely gone now, 26 years later). Alex and I drove south to north from city border to cityContinue reading “Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon”
In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss
In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss We walked out among the spurs of the apple trees, mending our lives behind with our life ahead. Moonlight lit the frost that was stiffening the field. A brook spoke for us mixing milky, metallic sounds. We picked the last apple off a tree, shared its white,Continue reading “In an Orchard on Thanksgiving by David Weiss”
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”
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