In Istanbul: Faith Has No Name
By Lenore Weiss
1.
Old men talking on park benches
sound the same in every country,
a soft humming of the same tune,
Monthly Archives: September 2012
Mina Bazaar In Late October
By Ronnie K. Stephens
In the shower this morning
I thought of the slow entrance
the pulse of shared space
the explosion of bodies
(a Mosque on its knees)
Port Washington song
By Robert Bohm
The crows’ ascent
begins in grass at the gravestone’s edge
as it flaps its wings, then in silence
flies above an untrimmed hedge.