Driving with LLL Louise Landes Levi from Amsterdam up to Riva San Vitale in the Alps to visit Franco’s place at the Franco Beltrametti foundation:
between two places
summer is one of them
Cralan Kelder was born in 1970, growing up in California and the Netherlands. Publications include: Big Deal Rimbaud (smallMinded 2011), Give Some Word(Shearsman 2010), City Boy (Longhouse 2007), and Lemon Red (Coracle 2005). He lives in Amsterdam with the evolutionary biologist Toby Kiers and their children.
GEORGINA PARFITT
The teeth of the excavator are wet. The cage opens, hovers, and grips a mouthful—some floor, some outer wall, some window frame, the glass disappearing with a tiny, tinkling sound.
LIZA KATZ DUNCAN
First the marsh grass came, then the motherwort, / then bitterberry and honeysuckle. Blackbirds, / gulls and grackles built their nests. / Mourning doves call from the eaves / of the old factory, closed during the Depression.
ANNE P. BEATTY
A mile into the woods, I am always slightly afraid. Fear’s lace knots the cuff of an otherwise lovely afternoon. Nights, when I peek out of the tent, the moon is a bright friend too far away to help.
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