Ice

Ice

Iceby Albert Garcia In this California valley, ice on a puddleis a novelty for childrenwho stand awkward in their jacketswaiting for the school bus.They lift off thin slabsto hold up in the early lightlike pieces of stained glass.They run around,throw them at each...
A Valley Like This

A Valley Like This

A Valley Like Thisby William Stafford Sometimes you look at an empty valley like this,and suddenly the air is filled with snow.That is the way the whole world happened—there was nothing, and then… But maybe some time you will look out and eventhe mountains are gone,...
Basking

Basking

Baskingby Martha Postlethwaite The moon, some say,has such pull that the oceanscan’t resist.But on this late autumn day,it is the sunthat draws meacross the room. I leave my deskand its pileand go.All morning I sit in the panel of lightthat fallson the far endof...
Advice from a Raindrop

Advice from a Raindrop

Advice from a Raindropby Kim Stafford You think you’re too smallto make a difference? Tell meabout it. You think you’rehelpless, at the mercy of forcesbeyond your control? Been there. Think you’re doomed to disappear,just one small voice among millions?That’s no...
Love Elegy with Busboy

Love Elegy with Busboy

Love Elegy with Busboy by Nathan McClain The whole mess –pair of chopsticks pulled apart,tarnished pot of tea. even my fortune(which was no good) —we left for the busboy to clear. I’d probably feel moreguilty if he didn’tso beautifully sweep our soiled plates into his...