The Shoe Tree by Mary Langer Thompson

The Shoe Treeby Mary Langer ThompsonFor Paula I don’t think I’ll ever seethis tree full of shoes again,but I have a photographshe sent, branches laden with tied-togethersneakers—maybe one pair was hers,and she slipped awayfrom that rented room in the mountainsto add to it—that would be like her—secretly flinging a pair of good shoesup into theContinue reading “The Shoe Tree by Mary Langer Thompson”

The Prague Astronomical Clock by Jonathan Fink

The Prague Astronomical Clock by Jonathan Fink Inside, it must resemble a great churning mouth, the three co-axial wheels, all with nearly 400 cogs. Ignore the trinkets and pawns, the puppet apostles that march but on the hour, the tiny skeleton striking the chimes. They all are additions, centuries late, to pacify travelers on theContinue reading “The Prague Astronomical Clock by Jonathan Fink”

I Am Reminded When Thinking by Andrena Zawinski

I Am Reminded When Thinkingby Andrena Zawinski“Prague doesn’t let go. This little mother has claws.”  Franz Kafka I am reminded, almost as if in whispersby weathered house plaques on backstreetsof Prague, that behind the damp and mustywalls, those of some importance once must have invented themselves above the rest of us herewho, ordinary, press ourContinue reading “I Am Reminded When Thinking by Andrena Zawinski”

PRAGUE SYMPHONY by Terrence Sykes

PRAGUE SYMPHONY by Terrence Sykes Prelude beech forests poplar meadows chestnut groves dusty roads slice fallowed fields birch embroidering streams through fog & mist amongst the stars almond & apricot lanterns papier-mâché poppy cosmos cling upon & amongst planets & moons beyond below descent & ascent confined by rail slats lullabied & cradled alone alongContinue reading “PRAGUE SYMPHONY by Terrence Sykes”

Alone in Barcelona by Ellaraine Lockie

Alone in Barcelona by Ellaraine Lockie I was forewarned about Barcelonian bandits Who specialize in stick-up artistry that rivals the genius in Picasso’s gallery and Gaudí’s buildings But I’m pilfered not by pickpockets But by an Ugly American complex that steals my security That incites anxiety of tyrant talk refusing to recognize any English FanningContinue reading “Alone in Barcelona by Ellaraine Lockie”

Madrid by Jennifer Lagier

Madridby Jennifer Lagier Policía wear blue uniforms, twirl submachine guns,form a mandatory reception line leading to the terminalwhere I’m divested of purse and belt, subjected to a full body scan. In the bullet train coach car, passengers sit, two by two.An attendant pushes a squeaky cart down the narrow aisle,dispenses espresso, newspapers, travel advice. GreenContinue reading “Madrid by Jennifer Lagier”

Spain by Major Jackson

Spainby Major Jackson     for Mark Strand Beneath canopies of green, unionists marched doggedlyoutside The Embassy. Their din was no matchfor light lancing through leaves of madrone treeslining the Paseo then flashing off glossy black Maybachsskidding round a plaza like a monarch fleeing the paparazzi.Your voice skipped and paused like a pencil.Layers of morning pastries flaked gingerlythen fell, softContinue reading “Spain by Major Jackson”

Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock by Galway Kinnell

Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock by Galway Kinnell 1 I can support it no longer. Laughing ruefully at myself For all I claim to have suffered I get up. Damned nightmarer! It is New Hampshire out here, It is nearly the dawn. The song of the whippoorwill stops And the dimension of depth seizes everything.Continue reading “Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock by Galway Kinnell”

Flowers by the Sea by William Carlos Williams

Flowers by the Seaby William Carlos Williams When over the flowery, sharp pasture’sedge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisiestied, released, seem hardly flowers alone but color and the movement—or the shapeperhaps—of restlessness, whereas the sea is circled and swayspeacefully upon its plantlike stem Photo by Iewek Gnos on Unsplash