Autumn at Owen Beach by Carl “Papa” Palmer

Autumn at Owen Beach by Carl “Papa” Palmer Tacoma Washington rains a foggy mist I breathe in cadence with soft whispers of Puget Sound surf heard front row center sitting on this sand-locked log all to myself at Owen Beach. Seeking similes for birds behaving like birds as I float a morning prayer toward theContinue reading “Autumn at Owen Beach by Carl “Papa” Palmer”

In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo

In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo The sun trips over a red rock and breaks. The Madeline Island ferry carries dusk shards. At night Bayfield shines little lights on Lake Superior. The town closes down. Wind makes me shiver even in June. The Lake is like my Aunt Stokesia, chilly even in summer, strong in anyContinue reading “In Bayfield by Kenneth Pobo”

Harrisburg, PA, in the Night by Julene Waffle

Harrisburg, PA, in the Night by Julene Waffle The city crawls out from under the hills, sprawling, tempered, reposing under the cool autumn sky. From valley edge to valley edge, it waits for something to happen. Underpass sighs the passing traffic. I breathe it in: frictioned tires, exhaust, catalytic sulfur. Highways circle, rhythmic rumbling above,Continue reading “Harrisburg, PA, in the Night by Julene Waffle”

Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell

Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell You must leave Denali as you would a lover, before dawn, while he is blanketed in clouds, while the sentry spruce and larch, dwarfed and crippled by his hand, still drowse in mist. For if they wake, they will whisper your leaving on the wind. Then Denali will woo youContinue reading “Leaving Denali by Sarah Russell”

Paris Stories: One by Diana Rosen

Paris Stories: One by Diana Rosen On the lush green slope to the side of Cimetière du Père-Lachaise where the crumbling concrete tombstones of Molière, Colette, Hugo rest, I find myself seriously Lost, wave down a solitary figure to whom I plead, “Sortie, s’il vous plaît, sortie,” cobbled from the words for Please (a mustContinue reading “Paris Stories: One by Diana Rosen”

Cold Cabin by David Bachner

Cold Cabin by David Bachner The Maine winter set in. Up until then, we would find isolated places outdoors to make love, our two sleeping bags zipped together. But when it got too cold for that our options were limited: neither of us had a car; all of our friends lived in dorms, like us;Continue reading “Cold Cabin by David Bachner”

Oneness by Vijaya Gowrisankar

Oneness by Vijaya Gowrisankar We had come for a weekend getaway to Nature Stay, around hundred miles away from the city The treehouse cottage was made of teakwood and stood tall and proud, symbolizing strength and grit We had porridge for breakfast before we left home Given the heatwave warning, we carried bottles of waterContinue reading “Oneness by Vijaya Gowrisankar”

A Champs-Élysées Stroll, 1980 by Jeanie Greenfelder

A Champs-Élysées Stroll, 1980by Jeanie Greenfelder On a torrid day, traffic and tourists sweatand we trudge toward Café Ladurée.I’m determined to taste the famed macaronsmy friend raved about.  My husband sights a nearby brasserieand wants to skip the Café Ladureé,souring my Paris magic.I hurl vintage hurts at him:You don’t love me. You never loved me.HisContinue reading “A Champs-Élysées Stroll, 1980 by Jeanie Greenfelder”

Welsh Tea with Dylan Thomas by Margaret Duda

Welsh Tea with Dylan Thomasby Margaret Duda We hiked Cliff Road from Laugharne,noticed a peregrine perched on a grassy cliffscanning the small waders in the tidal marsh,stalking his prey in the estuary of the Taf. Approaching the writing shed, robin’s egg blue,we peered through a small window to see wherethe high school dropout composed lyricalContinue reading “Welsh Tea with Dylan Thomas by Margaret Duda”

Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day

Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day On a clear day from the top of Mt. Seorak, which juts more than a mile into the sky, you can see all the way to North Korea, but Google won’t tell you exactly, or even roughly, how far that is. Sorry, your search appears to be outside our currentContinue reading “Seoraksan by Lucille Lang Day”