Julie A. Dickson, September on Lake Ontario

September on Lake Ontario by Julie A. Dickson Ontario is calm today, sun warm, waves lap at rocks in quiet rhythm. I hear the call of a lone goose, Canadian black markings clear as it swims lazily — far away from the chattering flock, as if to say, “I need a few minutes.” Perhaps heContinue reading “Julie A. Dickson, September on Lake Ontario”

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov As the stores close, a winter light xxopens air to iris blue, xxglint of frost through the smoke xxgrains of mica, salt of the sidewalk. As the buildings close, released autonomous xxfeet pattern the streets xxin hurry and stroll; balloon heads xxdrift and dive above them; theContinue reading “February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov”

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”

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski

Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski The avenues and circle form a rough Celtic cross about four hundred by a hundred and forty feet. Standing centered in the central circle of thirteen standing stones bathed in sea breeze I feel the sky pour over me in marbled gray sympathies as if I’veContinue reading “Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski”

February Snow by Francisco Aragón

February Snow by Francisco Aragón The tint of the sky between sunset and night. And wandering with you and your nephew in that maze, half-lost—Madrid of the Austrias—looking for Plaza of the Green Cross where, days before you arrived, an Opel with false plates was parked, its wheels straddling the curb, and so the vanContinue reading “February Snow by Francisco Aragón”

Threshing by Ed Ruzicka

Threshingby Ed Ruzicka Leoncio wakes me before sixso we can march down to the next town.I am to drive the Datsun that is kept there in a cousin’s garage.I have been trying to teach Leonciohow to drive but it is terrifying. So many pile onto, lean off, the pickup’s bedthat I can hardly see outContinue reading “Threshing by Ed Ruzicka”

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”

Going Home: New Orleans by Sheryl St. Germain

Going Home: New Orleans by Sheryl St. Germain for my grandmother, Theresa Frank Some slow evenings when the light hangs late and stubborn in the sky, gives itself up to darkness slowly and deliberately, slow cloud after slow cloud, slowness enters me like something familiar, and it feels like going home. It’s all there inContinue reading “Going Home: New Orleans by Sheryl St. Germain”

It’s Only Make Believe? by Lynn White

It’s Only Make Believe? by Lynn White The little cinema was packed, even if fictional, films about the locality were rare. And later, in the bar there was much discussion. The shots of the sheep blocking the road were appreciated. Well, our sheep were famous for their techniques of blockade. This was no fiction. ThereContinue reading “It’s Only Make Believe? by Lynn White”

Giardini di Villa Melzi by David Del Bourgo

Giardini di Villa Melzi by David Del Bourgo                                Bellagio, Italy His white marble eyes seem more curious than ours, overlooking the intrusion of two hundred years. A fantastic arrogance survives casual indignities: rain-cragged shoulders, a mustache chipped by a childish hand. His wife sits opposite in the gazebo, admired by everyday men like myself brushingContinue reading “Giardini di Villa Melzi by David Del Bourgo”