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Deep in the rainforest of Peru is the bridge in the picture here, arching high over the sweeping muddy surge of the Amazon, a way for pedestrians to cross the mighty torrent, a footbridge forged by live saplings bent from...

Each Tuesday evening a few of us gather in a remote room at the rear of the empty church to learn and rehearse writing poetry. The red-haired lady arrives this week, her left hand cradling an ostrich-sized egg on a thick green...

Dynamo, sprite, who hangs in space, a blur of lace, diphthong of grace, quivering tutu of fanning wings, you whirrer who stares into the eyelashes of my pink rhododendron, you start, you stop, you lift, you drop, you dart and...

I imagine your last few minutes. The group of helmeted kayakers bumping and gliding down the river, swift even in autumn, white waves curling toward you like an ocean, water at the mercy of ages-old rocks, and that’s why you...

Religions foretell the end of days with signs– of a western sunrise, of a sky with seven suns, of the moon and sun vanishing, forebodings, fears, tribulations, the menace of armies surrounding Jerusalem, then a new age of...

A rare snow began falling, so she woke us at midnight. Shivering on the stiff whitening grass, heads bent back, we watched the black sky. Flakes strafed down from an invisible, benign celestial machine. Three generations of us...

A rare snow began falling, so she woke us at midnight. Shivering on the stiff whitening grass, heads bent back, we watched the black sky. Flakes strafed down from an invisible, benign celestial machine. Three generations of us...

Today he strongly wishes to be gone forever From the two-room studio apartment He has lived in as a bachelor for over thirty years. Atop the chimney of the house across the street A raven lands, Settles itself, and caws its...

For every birth, there is a death: its own. Jeremy, dating Joanna, disregards this truth And Joanna does the same with Jeremy. If they did not, they might never Dance cheek-to-cheek or its equivalent. They are going to marry...

I sit at his side with my copy of Joyce’s Ulysses. The IV drips into my father’s arm, his body ravaged by glucose, sweet and seductive as the Sirens’ songs. I read Ulysses because it is long and dense and oh so revered. As I...

Harder and harder every year to turn crops into cash. Harder to fill their own tables. Finally they leave the farm for urban spaces where they lock themselves in apartments. The streets that stretch around them are not theirs,...