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Making The Wine Sing
MAKING THE WINE SINGif you want the wine to singyou must fill the glassif you want the glass to ringyou must give it wineif you want the eyesof the childto shineyou must have him watchwhile you teach...
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Waking Dream-Strokes
Gargoyl, Placerville, CA—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisTHE CROW'S VERSION—Taylor Graham, PlacervilleCrows preside high-roof above the old market square. Today, a gospel choir is gathered on the courthouse...
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Consulting The Snakes
John SwainINTO HEADWATERS—John Swain, Louisville, Kentucky Tomb and passage chamberover the whispering viperscoiled in their own pyramid. We consulted the snakeslike stars and painted cardsdark...
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The Feathered Poets Society
"Lost Coast", Humboldt, CA—Photo by Jane Blue, SacramentoTHE WILD GOOSE—Cynthia Linville, Sacramento He is a kind of painthat has no cure.He always enters a roomin a flurry of white feathers.He...
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No Fear of Falling
—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Elk Grove“THIS PLACE WILL TABERNACLE THE HEART.” —Kenneth RexrothThe whole place has a watery air about it.One is surprised the bottoms...
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Angel
—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisANGEL—James MerrillAbove my desk, whirring and self-important(Though not much larger than a hummingbird)In finely woven robes, school of Van Eyck,Hovers an evidently angelic...
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Arabesques
—Photo by Chris MoonYOUR NEW OCEAN—Carol Louise Moon, SacramentoI giggled when I saw your ocean,all flat and silly.Ship-out-on-the-water looks likea cigarette lighter on a table top glass.This sand...
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The Width of Forever
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoCIRCLE ME DEEP arc me into long flightindiscernible curvearrivalno thought backwardssighwhisperherepin me into stayingI with mybutterfly shapeand moth...
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Snakes, Masks, and Butterflies
—Photo by Ann PrivateerMORE AND STILL MORE—Ann Privateer, DavisUnmask me because I long to befree, up in a tree, swinging outto see all that lies beyond.The sea roaring indecentlywhile this tiny one...
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Sun-Touched Love
Lois Slove Losyk, Greensboro, NCEND OF DAYS—Lois Slove LosykTwenty three thousandseven hundredand twenty five daysgone.Seven thousand, threehundred daysleft.More or lessThe forever horizonis lifting...
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Thinking About Yoyos
Zebra Butterfly—Photo by Chris MoonZEBRA RELATIVE?—Carol Louise Moon, SacramentoA Black-and-White will flit and fly,spread wings of zebra cloth—a zebra moth or butterfly.To me your wings are both.You...
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This Will Be Our Day
Self—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Elk GroveWITHOUT QUESTIONThere will be no moon tonight.It has been arranged that no matterWhat the weather, there will beNo shadows cast by the moon.All things...
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Sacred Books We Are
Stained Glass Reflection—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisEXPANDS HIS BEING—Meister EckhartAll beingsare words of God.His music, Hisart.Sacred books we are, for the infinite campsin oursouls.Every act reveals...
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Let's Start Building Something!
Phil Weidman reading at Shine CafeSaturday, August 17, 2013—Photo by Ann Menebroker, SacramentoSOLITAIRE IS A DIAMOND—Caschwa, SacramentoIt has color extraordinaireAnd is an interactive experienceWith...
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Fragile As A Dream
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoBUTTERFLYHer sleeves of light are shining on her armsand when she moves the sleeves make a soundlike a flicker of butterflies.She is graceful before the...
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A Startled Perfect Lexicon
—Photo by Taylor Graham, PlacervilleWHEN WORDS TRANSFORM—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MAThe neon lighttransmits the silencesometime at a spacefrom our first thoughtof how in our experienceswe pick and...
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A Summons: WRITE!
Aftermath—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisHOLLYBERRY RIDGE—Taylor Graham, PlacervilleMy dog led the way up a logging roadcut through toyon, pine, and cedarto a firepit—thin drift of smoke flirtingwith a bed...
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Always Loved
Gravestone, Sylvan Cemetery—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisOLD CEMETERY MORNING—Carol Louise Moon, SacramentoBronze angel atop a tomb,folded wings, her steady gaze.Her finger pointing groundwardskillfully...
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Untranslatable As Music
Stump—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Elk GroveTOWARD MORNINGWe were without the stars.They had retreated from the sky.Clouds were gone. The night was withoutThe music of the moon.The sea was...
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The Breeze That Blows
MY LIFE—Billy CollinsSometimes I see it as a straight linedrawn with a pencil and a rulertransecting the circle of the worldor as a finger piercinga smoke ring, casual, inquisitive,but then the sun...
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