Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski The avenues and circle form a rough Celtic cross about four hundred by a hundred and forty feet. Standing centered in the central circle of thirteen standing stones bathed in sea breeze I feel the sky pour over me in marbled gray sympathies as if I’veContinue reading “Callanish Stone Circle, Isle of Lewis by William Doreski”
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Walking Up Scafell Pike with My Father by Christian Ward
Walking Up Scafell Pike with My Father by Christian Ward After walking a few yards you breathe like someone who has slipped across the border. I am ahead, you are far behind. There are no rest stops on this rocky path to the summit, no hedgerows to distract our lack of common interests or silencesContinue reading “Walking Up Scafell Pike with My Father by Christian Ward”
Midsummer on Bodmin Moor by Rose Mary Boehm
Midsummer on Bodmin Moorby Rose Mary Boehm White feathery tufts ofof cotton grasswave in a breeze. Wind rustles in the golden gorse,whispers in stunted thorn trees,strokes heather and the oddbattered blackthorn. My tightly tied boots breakdry, hard grasses overtreacherous ground. Belowthe surface run kilometersof badger tunnels. Occasionally a bird lifts off, itsflapping wings the onlyContinue reading “Midsummer on Bodmin Moor by Rose Mary Boehm”
The Writer by Robert Lima
The Writer by Robert Lima Backed by nebulous nature, under forged matrix spirals from which a path is said to spring, his silhouetted image sits mid-air with plumed pen pending in his hand, looming over the Victorian desk, whose bowed legs are in symbiosis with the arching of his back. It could be Stevenson orContinue reading “The Writer by Robert Lima”
The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint by Jonathan Yungkans
The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint after John Ashberyby Jonathan Yungkans A silent, exploding kaleidoscope, set in stone and set in anything but stone—the glassine whirl—white and red and a blue that could only be Winchester,its West Window shattered—Biblical scenes captured like insects in amber scattered by vandalizingContinue reading “The Words, Distant Now, and Mitred, Glint by Jonathan Yungkans”
A President Expresses Concern on a Visit to Westminster Abbey by Jimmy Carter
A President Expresses Concern on a Visit to Westminster Abbey by Jimmy Carter Poets’ Corner had no epitaph to mark the Welshman’s sullen art or craft because, they said, his morals were below the standards there. I mentioned the ways of Poe and Byron, and the censored Joyce’s works; at least the newsmen listened, notedContinue reading “A President Expresses Concern on a Visit to Westminster Abbey by Jimmy Carter”
It’s Raining Again by Lynn White
It’s Raining Again by Lynn White The weather god doesn’t speak Welsh. She’s tried. She’s really tried. She’s wept tears of frustration. She’s wept tears of anger. She’s wept tears of sadness that flow from the mountains to the sea. It’s the vowels she finds hard. And the consonants. And the mutations. And the wayContinue reading “It’s Raining Again by Lynn White”
Shifting, Too Anxious to Be Fully Aware by Jonathan Yungkans
Shifting, Too Anxious to Be Fully Aware by Jonathan Yungkans after John Ashbery What could I say of a young Polish woman that January? I was barely a year into college, on my first time abroad, felt out of my depth. She worked the hotel dining room, met me forContinue reading “Shifting, Too Anxious to Be Fully Aware by Jonathan Yungkans”
Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans
Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans January snow had melted but wind’s frigid razors shaved away clothes, skin and blood, until white bones stood in our place. Grass and heather would stretch long and green in spring but for now, under a brackish sky it glowered before us brown, solid as a wooden wall in standoffishness—Continue reading “Hadrian’s Wall by Jonathan Yungkans”
London by Kim Whysall-Hammond
London by Kim Whysall-Hammond Emerging from the Tube you clothe me with dusty breath and ambient noise I feel you living restlessly lifeforce surging through centuries pulsing through busy streets I turn a corner and a garden churchyard filled with lunchers and tourists leads me to rest. When leaving you I reach down pet yourContinue reading “London by Kim Whysall-Hammond”
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