PoetryIssue 21 | October 2014

The Fields of May

by James B. Nicola

These golden seas of rapeseed, testaments
and tabernacles all around the town,
cower me: as neon is to night, they are
to the sun. With green beneath, their blooms shine up.
From a distance you can’t make out the leaves,
only vast vibrant blankets, cool, aglow.
I haven’t cared for yellow much, but this
splendor of spring has quite converted me,

as churches did, once, beckoning the pilgrim
to visit towns nearby with skyward aim.
I used to frequent churches, peek in shrines
of artificial ornaments and things,
and climb their towers, but till this day-long jaunt
through rapeseed fields, had never run in one.

About the author

James B. Nicola’s career as an often-itinerant stage director has brought him from Florida to Alaska, including fun college towns like Missoula, MT; Laramie, WY; and Norman, OK. His book, Playing the Audience, won a Choice Award. He has published poems in Atlanta Review, Tar River, Texas Review, and more. Read his first full-length poetry collection, Manhattan Plaza, or visit James here.

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Two poems by Anne Babson
Vignette, Townhouse, 9 a.m. by Troy Cunio
Night Becomes Day Over the West by Megan Foley
Yukon River Aurora by D. B. Goman
Two Poems by David Havird
Cretan Love Letter by Emily Linstrom
Holland by Rick Mullin
Fear in Kenya by Kristina Pfleegor
The Lounge Lizard by Ed Shacklee
Two Poems by Sarah J. Sloat
Night Flight by Vicki Stannard
Koinonia Farms by Alina Stefanescu
Thessaloniki, Four a.m. by Anastasia Vassos
Imaginary Oceans by Jason Warren
Two Poems by F. J. Williams

Postcard prose

It’s Salty by Kelly Hill

Travel notes

Anchorage in the Great Land by Karen Benning
The Value of Small Money by Megan Hallinan
Screensaver by Sandra Larson
Thirty Cents by Tommy McAree
Gokarna by Kate McCahill
Going Places by Rachel Miller-Howard
Susanville CA: Notes From The Road by Susan Volchok