No More Either/Or
by Steve Luttrell Let’s leave it here that whole thing come like a shy intruder (a souvenir of waiting) in the unending night two days of rain
Pèlerinage
by Russ Sargent Dreaming of Petrarch’s world with its mountain laurels and green water in those streams running through the Vaucluse where Acteon
Deya—In memory of Robert Graves
by Russ Sargent I found a road through the olive grove. An empty chair at the stone table. The sea a long way down. I didn’t know what else to
Almería
by Russ Sargent Calle Lorca will always be the scent of fresh bread clinging to me all the way to the tenth century ruin where al – Mutasim
Light and Sweet
by Michael Palma How Whitman would have loved it here, This diner on this Sunday morning. Bright with the chrism of the rain, He’d track pure mud
Like Any Clown
by Michael Palma The one who thinks he’s in despair Or nearly there Crawlstrokes down the morning Flapping translucent wings. Beauty’s withdrawn,