Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa

Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa Beyond the bend in the road there may be a well, a castle. There may be simply more road. I neither know nor ask. As long as I’m on the road before the bend I simply look at the road before the bend, since I canContinue reading “Beyond the bend in the road by Fernando Pêssoa”

Lucille Lang Day, What the Tortoises Know

What the Tortoises Know            Galápagos Islandsby Lucille Lang Day On Genovesa, as my husband layon the beach of Darwin Bay,a sea lion came to sniff his toesand a red-footed booby, sittingwith her chick in a mangrovenearby, let me get kissing-close. On North Seymour, the frigate birdsweren’t fazed by me, andContinue reading “Lucille Lang Day, What the Tortoises Know”

The Blue Booby by James Tate

The Blue Boobyby James Tate The blue booby liveson the bare rocksof Galápagosand fears nothing.It is a simple life:they live on fish,and there are few predators.Also, the males do notmake fools of themselveschasing after the youngladies. Rather,they gather the blueobjects of the worldand construct from them a nest—an occasionalGaulois package,a string of beads,a piece ofContinue reading “The Blue Booby by James Tate”

Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda

Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda I feel the strength of my husband’s hand As he leads me up the uneven steps Carved into the side of a fairy chimney In the Göreme Valley of Cappadocia. We enter a sand-colored room chiseled in tuff, Settle close on a stone ledge covered withContinue reading “Apple Tea in a Fairy Chimney by Margaret Duda”

The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece

The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece Like a furry screw a Turkish bee hovers Above our café table. Is he here: to plug up holes made by blind gods waving sieves? to celebrate this basket of fresh bread, balanced on a pinpoint of time rushing by? —to unwind his reality, one quick capsule, riding hisContinue reading “The Turkish Bee by Laurel Trivelpiece”

Walking Flashes in Eleuthera Bahamas by Hy Sobiloff

Walking Flashes in Eleuthera Bahamas                        Governor’s Harborby Hy Sobiloff When the rain finishedI walked barefoot and slidI walked mostly with myselfPicked wood shapes from the groundThe moisture washed meMy sneakers made a pocket for the stones and piecesI came upon some grassAnd a lovelyContinue reading “Walking Flashes in Eleuthera Bahamas by Hy Sobiloff”

Archipelago by Kendel Hippolyte

Archipelago by Kendel Hippolyte If you really see the Caribbean archipelago, you will see yourself, the vivid scattered islands stirring to awakening in a sea of reverie and nightmare, the goldening light lifting green foliage out of darkness into its illumination and the surrounding blue immensity brooding an unknown creaturing of what can live onlyContinue reading “Archipelago by Kendel Hippolyte”

Siesta in Cartagena by Daniel Catton Rich

Siesta in Cartagena (excerpt) by Daniel Catton Rich The city lies, en cabochon, A black and white Dominican dawn Gives way to balconies of heat Down a cerise street, Mingled everywhere, the smell Of jasmine, Flit and tuberose, Under a baroque shell. SOURCE: Poetry magazine, February 1944. Read poem in its entirety here. PHOTO: CartagenaContinue reading “Siesta in Cartagena by Daniel Catton Rich”

Cartagena Afternoon by Lorraine Caputo

Cartagena Afternoonby Lorraine Caputo In the center of     Centenary ParkA man & a woman     clap, singing praises          unto JesusThe preacher wipes his     ebony brow Vendors roam     with hand racks of          coffee thermoses& all walls, all benches     men sit drinking tinto* In oneContinue reading “Cartagena Afternoon by Lorraine Caputo”

Indian Summer by David Dephy

Indian Summerby David Dephy That’s right, friends, it was an Indian summer.I was sitting in the New York’s taxi, as I wassitting in the hammock hanging on the waterfalland I was thinking about myself on the waterfall… “When we are not ourselves, we are killing ourselves,”I thought. “We are the lights when we are ourselves,butContinue reading “Indian Summer by David Dephy”