Carolyn Chilton Casas, The Beating of Drums

The Beating of Drums by Carolyn Chilton Casas At the pousada pequena in a tropic beach town, fatigued from too many hours of travel, we were concerned when asked to leave our key hanging on the reception wall. We had read State Department warnings for tourists traveling to this area, heard rumors to be careful,Continue reading “Carolyn Chilton Casas, The Beating of Drums”

Volcano Park by Ed Meek

Volcano Park by Ed Meek In case you forgot what burns beneath the surface of the earth, pay a visit to Pele, goddess of the volcano, on the Big Island of Hawaiʻi where a fire river of lava tunnels through molten rock. You can catch Kīlauea flow— luminous at night— from black pahoehoe cliffs thatContinue reading “Volcano Park by Ed Meek”

Threshing by Ed Ruzicka

Threshingby Ed Ruzicka Leoncio wakes me before sixso we can march down to the next town.I am to drive the Datsun that is kept there in a cousin’s garage.I have been trying to teach Leonciohow to drive but it is terrifying. So many pile onto, lean off, the pickup’s bedthat I can hardly see outContinue reading “Threshing by Ed Ruzicka”

Slieve League by Christine Gelineau

Slieve LeagueCounty Donegal, Irelandby Christine Gelineau Cliffs draw us, as margins must: that limitless curiosity limits excite.It’s exactly the 600 meters of granite verticality that insinuates closer, let me show you. Our thirst for clarity runs that deep.The glittering little lake at Bunglass Point observes unblinking as tourists and family groups head off along theContinue reading “Slieve League by Christine Gelineau”

Pawleys Island by David Bachner

Pawleys Islandby David Bachner Traveling north, up from Saint Augustine and Savannah,I stop for the night at Pawleys Island, the South Carolinaresort community where my in-laws used to rent a beachhouse for a week every summer. I look out over the sea,remembering a day nearly forty years ago. The beach and the weather are perfectContinue reading “Pawleys Island by David Bachner”

Wambaw Creek by Krikor Der Hohannesian

Wambaw Creek                    Santee River Delta, South Carolinaby Krikor Der Hohannesian draped over the knobby kneeof a majestic cypress,a cotton-mouth dozeswrapped in a blanketof cozy April sunshine astride the far bank a young doehesitates, eyes us warily, spindlylegs on tremulous alert, nostrils flared,before bounding off apacethrough theContinue reading “Wambaw Creek by Krikor Der Hohannesian”

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”

Stone of Dreamtime by Trudy Wendelin

Stone of DreamtimeThe Ochre Pits, Australian Outbackby Trudy Wendelin In raw, ochre realmsAborigines paint the blood of ancestorsFrom deep palette of mineralsOnto desert landscapes… As shadows of siennaFade into glowing windsThrough the ephemeral lightWith burnt whispers of fire, Mining emotions from eternity,Excavating years from eonsOf ancient tears and fleshInto a dense moment in time. MyContinue reading “Stone of Dreamtime by Trudy Wendelin”

Walls by Shelly Blankman

Wallsby Shelly Blankman Dedicated to the family of my grandmother, Regina Wallenstein, and the millions slaughtered by the Nazis while the world turned a blind eye. I’ve walked these halls before,seen the dimmed faces of thoseborn to die because they were Juden,Jews.Time-tattered images of peoplefrozen in time, matted on wallslike cheap paper.Flammable.DisposableEyes of the innocentContinue reading “Walls by Shelly Blankman”

Kalimpong With Mother and Father by Amrita Valan

Kalimpong With Mother and Father by Amrita Valan It was the bedrock June of my nineteenth year Traveling by train to Kalimpong, peaceful pristine Poor cousin of crowded Darjeeling. Stayed at an old Colonial guesthouse, a charming Red roofed bungalow of deep cream. Dark Polished wooden floors and red tiles in the front. A breathContinue reading “Kalimpong With Mother and Father by Amrita Valan”