The Literary Bohemian, an online journal of travel poetry, is back. And I have two in the current issue, one about Bohemia, as it turns out. Both were here at one point. Thanks all.
They're beautiful - the last line in Vltava is extraordinary and will haunt me tomorrow.
Ack, and in Lafitte’s from a Pencil Sketch already under water,/ she will be the souvenir refrain, hurts and turns like only good music/art/poetry can.