In the Piazza del Duomo, Florence, Italy by Wilda Morris

In the Piazza del Duomo, Florence, Italy by Wilda Morris On this cool November night, I sit at an outside café surrounded on two sides by five-foot glass walls. From here, I can see the Baptistery, a corner of the Giotto’s bell tower. Beyond the Duomo with its red-orange dome, my view is obscured byContinue reading “In the Piazza del Duomo, Florence, Italy by Wilda Morris”

The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick

The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick How does one describe the light here in this place where the dawn really does have rosy fingers, where the mountains glow at night, their barren slopes a magnet for the radiance of moon and stars, Where whitewashed houses on the lowest slopes are strung like chalky pearlsContinue reading “The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick”

Kobe, Japan by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Kobe, Japan by Rafaella Del Bourgo Under a sky the color of mica and freshly cold, the first home of my father’s father, I sit on the platform skirting a temple, its yard, earth packed by a thousand years of feet. On the margins, gravel and rock; a monk drags bamboo tines to create concentricContinue reading “Kobe, Japan by Rafaella Del Bourgo”

Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine

Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine From Bridgeport, Connecticut To Port Jefferson, New York Paddling a kayak for 20 miles Two people working their way across Long Island Sound. Exercising legs and hip muscles Building endurance through calm and choppy waters Staying on the waterway route Marked by buoys along the way The smell of saltContinue reading “Kayaking Poem by Donna Zephrine”

Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla

Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla Jim Silversmith stands tall over me In Taos Pueblo as I admire filigree as delicate as the ancient work in my Indian hometown, carved into a storyteller cuff bracelet. Braids frame the burnt adobe wrinkles, braids tied in leather and not with Jasmines. A proud Rajput he, a true MogulContinue reading “Taos Pueblo by Feroza Jussawalla”

Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind

Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind We round another bend in the river, what will be one of our last, hurtle through the white, then drop into sudden stillness— a glassy stretch the color of sagebrush— the only sounds the unrushed dip of the oars and the canyon wrens calling to their mates. We takeContinue reading “Not Fifteen Days by Laura Schulkind”

Belief by Laura Foley

Belief by Laura Foley Walking the endless Meseta, we turn to see yellow broom flowers, orange poppies going by— the only way to know these pilgrims’ progress. Each night, an ancient town new to us, steps closer to our journey’s end— we feel no mystic pull toward Santiago, but we believe in the awe ofContinue reading “Belief by Laura Foley”

The Spirit Weavers by Nancy Lubarsky

The Spirit Weavers by Nancy Lubarsky The woman sits on a stool outside the local tourist shop. She splits the dried and bleached palm leaves into thin strands. She blends dyes from complex recipes of flowers, roots, and berries to interweave tribal tales, wildlife, or patterns from the earth’s geometry. She begins the basket atContinue reading “The Spirit Weavers by Nancy Lubarsky”

This Afternoon in London by Larry Pike

This Afternoon in London by Larry Pike I stood in the museum’s Manuscript Room long enough to hear the grave whisper of the gimpy Lord’s soul as it pressed against the leaded glass. Was it an alien tongue or simply muffled sound indistinct about my ear? Its swelling sigh did not arouse the sentry whoContinue reading “This Afternoon in London by Larry Pike”

Camelback Road, Scottsdale, Arizona by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Camelback Road, Scottsdale, Arizona by Rafaella Del Bourgo Sunday, seven a.m., before the unbearable heat. This six-lane highway almost empty, the double line down the center white as bone. I am running toward the small lake near my mother’s condo, pumping my body clean with air and speed and coursing blood. To the west, CamelbackContinue reading “Camelback Road, Scottsdale, Arizona by Rafaella Del Bourgo”