Ballad of Forgotten Placesby Olga Orozco translated by Mary Crow My most beautiful hiding places,places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors,are made of all that others forgot. They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s caress,in a shadow of wings, in a passing song;regions whose limits swirl with the ghostly carriagesthat transport theContinue reading “Ballad of Forgotten Places by Olga Orozco”
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The Narrow Houses of Amsterdam by Megan Sexton
The Narrow Houses of Amsterdamby Megan Sexton To get to them, think in circles,think of the skinny streets of dreams,of paintings before the discovery of perspective,before the first Baedeker was written,roving at dusk, then midnightalong rows of café shelved like antique books;think past the narrow houses of Amsterdam,first spring, then summer, in a toy city,aContinue reading “The Narrow Houses of Amsterdam by Megan Sexton”
Amsterdam (excerpt) by Megan Fernandes
Amsterdam (excerpt)by Megan Fernandes Sometimes the mythologies of a city are true—like when I see a blond man bob for red applesin the street selling records side by side with a black catwound in a cushion, deep in dream. Josh sayshe does not want to go see Anne Frank, that this kind of tourismdepresses him,Continue reading “Amsterdam (excerpt) by Megan Fernandes”
Shaker Orchard by Mark Doty
Shaker Orchardby Mark Doty Holding even flowers subjectto the principle of use,the Shakers inventedthe notion of packaged seedsand a steam-powereddistiller for rosewater.They uncluttered roomstill space filledwith Universal Light—white walls, a chest, a chairhung on pegs beside a broomso perfect in its simplicityas to become a pure channel:there was nothing in those linesto impede the flowof theContinue reading “Shaker Orchard by Mark Doty”
A Covered Bridge in Littleton, New Hampshire by Stephanie Burt
A Covered Bridge in Littleton, New Hampshireby Stephanie Burt I can remember when I wanted Xmore than anything ever—for X fill infrom your own childhood [balloon, pencil lead, trading card, shoelaces, a bowor not to have to wear a bow] and now I am moved to action, when I am moved,principally by a memory ofContinue reading “A Covered Bridge in Littleton, New Hampshire by Stephanie Burt”
The Igloo by Matthew Sweeney
The Igloo by Matthew Sweeney Outside the igloo he waited for an invitation to come inside. There was no knocker, no doorbell. He coughed, there was no reply. He crouched down and peered in. He felt the warm air from a fire pat his cheeks and ruffle his hair. Hello he said quietly and repeated it.Continue reading “The Igloo by Matthew Sweeney”
Snowy Owl Near Ocean Shores by Duane Niatum
Snowy Owl Near Ocean Shoresby Duane Niatum A castaway blown south from the arctic tundrasits on a stump in an abandoned farmer’s field.Beyond the dunes cattails toss and bend as snappyas the surf, rushing and crashing down the jetty. His head a swivel of round glances,his eyes a deeper yellow than the winter sun,he wondersContinue reading “Snowy Owl Near Ocean Shores by Duane Niatum”
American Airlines Put Us in First Class, Miami to Port-au-Prince, After a 24-Hour Delay by Kyle Laws
American Airlines Put Us in First Class,Miami to Port-au-Prince, After a 24-Hour Delayby Kyle Laws Greets us with champagneas we sit in our seats,feeds us chilled salmon over greens,pita chips & red pepper hummus,wine with our meal. The warmed cookies for dessertwe share with Roger Jean Charles &Pere Max who have waited two hoursat theContinue reading “American Airlines Put Us in First Class, Miami to Port-au-Prince, After a 24-Hour Delay by Kyle Laws”
Caribbean by Donald Hall
Caribbean by Donald Hall Montego Bay in its quick curve listens to the plane, waiting for the cross of silver to soften down. In the air, above, past the frail wing and the gauze glint of propellers, we see the thick curve of the green: the aqua- marine! This is the Caribbean Sea, and theContinue reading “Caribbean by Donald Hall”
Caribbean Nights by Richard Butler Glaenzer
Caribbean Nightsby Richard Butler Glaenzer There are too many stars:They jostle;They quarrel with the moonTill she grows sullen. The fireflies are more quiet,More generous;Their little lamps reveal flowersAnd love-looks and smiles. PHOTO: Caribbean island of Curaçao. Photo by Jabneel Statia on Unsplash NOTE: Curaçao is an island country in the southern Caribbean about 40 miles northContinue reading “Caribbean Nights by Richard Butler Glaenzer”
POETRY and PLACES 