Iowa by Robbie Klein

Iowa by Robbie Klein It never completely gets dark on those back roads. There are stars, deceptively few. And velvet consumes and velvet erupts: the softness is the leaves and the dirt paths and stables and skin. And eyes. The dark places, the secret places: abrupt, always, fleeting but indelibly there, like a muscle memory.Continue reading “Iowa by Robbie Klein”

Kid, this is Iowa by Jeffrey Bean

Kid, this is Iowaby Jeffrey Bean everything we are is here—my dead grandmother as a girlhunting fireflies in tiger lilies,me throwing walnuts at gas cansby the barn, stomping mud puddles,my sticky hands lifting an appleto my mouth. Here are dogwoods and hills of corn that lead to more hillsof corn and more corn until theContinue reading “Kid, this is Iowa by Jeffrey Bean”

Iowa City: Early April by Robert Hass

Iowa City: Early Aprilby Robert Hass This morning a cat—bright orange—pawing at the one patch of new grass in the sand-and tanbark-colored leaves. And last night the sapphire of the raccoon’s eyes in the beam of the flashlight.He was climbing a tree beside the house, trying to get onto the porch, I think, for aContinue reading “Iowa City: Early April by Robert Hass”

Mt. Fuji by Basho

Mt. Fuji by Basho Water jewels falling into a dream, realm of magic Sun bumps Her forehead on peak of Mount Fuji PHOTO: The city of Fujiyoshida, Japan, with Mount Fuji in the background. Fujiyoshida is located about 32 miles from Mount Fuji. Photo by David Edelstein on Unsplash NOTE: Mount Fuji is the highestContinue reading “Mt. Fuji by Basho”

A Map of Sicily by Marie Luise Kaschnitz

A Map of Sicily by Marie Luise Kaschnitz I’ll draw the outline for you. It’s a wing From the shoulder of the victory goddess. The side view is a chunk of rugged mountain Arrested in the brightness of the sun, The sea around it covering the plain With sand and seaweed and with schools ofContinue reading “A Map of Sicily by Marie Luise Kaschnitz”

Things to Do Around Seattle by Gary Snyder

Things to Do Around Seattleby Gary Snyder Hear phone poles hum.Catch garter snakes. Make lizard tails fall off.Biking to Lake Washington, see muddy little fish.Peeling old bark off Madrone to see the clean red new bark.Cleaning fir pitch off your hands.Reading books in the back of the University District goodwill.Swimming in Puget Sound below theContinue reading “Things to Do Around Seattle by Gary Snyder”

Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines

Fairbanks Under the Solsticeby John Haines Slowly, without sun, the day sinkstoward the close of December.It is minus sixty degrees. Over the sleeping houses a densefog rises—smoke from banked fires,and the snowy breath of an abyssthrough which the cold townis perceptibly falling. As if Death were a voice made visible,with the power of illumination… Now,Continue reading “Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines”

A Walrus Tusk from Alaska by Alfred Corn

A Walrus Tusk from Alaskaby Alfred Corn Arp might have done a version of it in white marble,the model held aloft, in approximate awe:this touch cross-section oval of tusk,dense and cool as fossil cranium— preliminary bloodshed condonableif Inupiat hunters on King Island mayfollow as their fathers did the bark of a husky,echoes ricocheted from roughed-upContinue reading “A Walrus Tusk from Alaska by Alfred Corn”

Letter from Shuyak Island, Alaska by Helena Minton

Letter from Shuyak Island, Alaskaby Helena Minton     To my grandmother I liked to sit at your dressing table.Whiskey-colored perfumes smelled of dust.The photograph beside the mirror showeda serious face, a man in pince-nezwho died the year I was born. Nights, lying on the fold-out couch,I was surrounded: mahogany, Chinese lamps,and paintings of forestsboxed in by bigContinue reading “Letter from Shuyak Island, Alaska by Helena Minton”

Hokusai in Iowa by Dan Campion

          I no longer remember I am here      there being no mountain and I at its foot           reading the sea-level poems about me     to Grant Wood whose denim bib rustles like a skiff’s sail           perhaps waves in dirt and tassels      really are like waves of the sea so long as we do not think about           whoseContinue reading “Hokusai in Iowa by Dan Campion”