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”
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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
One Flower by Jack Kerouac
One Flowerby Jack Kerouac One floweron the cliffsideNodding at the canyon PHOTO: Sunflower, cliffside by Joshua Woroniecki, used by permission.
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”
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