Isla Negra by Lorraine Caputo Sunset On the pale jade horizon clouds shield a retreating sun Nebulous rose brushes the still- blue heaven above In this dying light shimmers a mother-of-pearl sea She swells sea-green heaving leaping over boulders Thin fingers of water reach between leaving their prints of golden foam Then the water swiftlyContinue reading “Isla Negra by Lorraine Caputo”
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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”
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”
Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo
Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo Surrounded by xxxxxxxshattered coral xxxxxxx& sea-burnished lava I sit in the warm xxxxxxxlate-afternoon sun xxxxxxxlistening to the tide rising, waves xxxxxxxleaping over fractured xxxxxxxboulders, waves rising translucent green-blue xxxxxxxto break, frothing, arriving xxxxxxxto shore, before relaxing Red crabs cling xxxxxxxto those black crags, xxxxxxxthe surge breaking & xxxxxxxfoaming overContinue reading “Meditation: Galápagos Seas by Lorraine Caputo”
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”
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”
On the Altiplano by Robert Coats
On the Altiplanoby Robert Coats Awake early, I saw the green flash as the sunrose behind the Cordillera de Chichas,glare of the Salar de Uyuni.After a simple breakfast we loaded up,my son in back with the three Argentinos,I up front with our Bolivian guide. Higher into the arid Andes on a gravel road,a snow-cloaked volcanoContinue reading “On the Altiplano by Robert Coats”
Ballad of Forgotten Places by Olga Orozco
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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