By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…
by Dixon Hearne I’m serving kibble and greens to stick people who do lunch here to be seen. They hide behind designer sunglasses to make absolutely sure they’re noticed by paparazzi and tacky fans that point and lunge and squeal. Last week, I deliberately tossed a salad all over Table…
Winter Pastoral By Mark Nenadov Frost gathers on the roof, which serves as a launching pad for chimney smoke. Rising to the stars, while passing cars waddle to the beat. The midnight air haunts the city street and tourists coddle cold pub fare. ———————————————————————————————————————– Cayo Largo del Sur Your…