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Who Knows What Passes?
Light of Gold—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CA LIGHT OF GOLD at the old Stamp MillThe sound of the stamp mill was alarmingback in the day, the docent in Black Bart guise...
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As God Sings the Blues . . .
—Anonymous Photos of November in the UK—Poems by Ian Copestick, Stoke on Trent, EnglandTHE AMBULANCE—Ian Copestick, Stoke on Trent, EnglandIt's six p.m. on a SaturdayEvening,And as I walk past,There is...
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Counting the Molecules
—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA—Anonymous Feet (Foot?) Photos Courtesy of James Lee JobeFresh sunlight ticklesThe east windows at daybreak—Good morning, everyone!________________Putah Creek....
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The Voice of the Maidens
Can You Hear Me Now?—Anonymous Photo of Women Veterans-to-BeA THOUGHTFUL STROLL ONE DAY—Caschwa, Sacramento, CA(following the footsteps of Tom Goff’s Grecian Maidens)“Synthesizer Piece” brought forth...
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Speaking in Crow
—Anonymous Crow PhotosPARADISE IN ASHES—Katy Brown, Davis, CA Paradise falls in ashes in my front yard,white specks of rose bushes and dreams,kitchen curtains, picture frames,old love letters, woolen...
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Harvesting Words
The Field of Language—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE FIELD OF LANGUAGETo use words—play with them, like captured birds. Hark against the light,the dark. Listen. Now come the...
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If Time Had A Shape
Abstract Calligraphy by Seburo Hasegawa—Poems by Neil Ellman, Livingston, NJABSTRACT CALLIGRAPHY(after the calligraphy of Seburo Hasegawa)Every letter, every stroke and leafan abstract form.See in it...
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Sleeping With Fire
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAWASTELAND?Pond’s a drained teacup,no-man’s land. Dried mud, sun-bakedjigsaw puzzle whose pieces don’t interlock, don’tfit together—hard walking.What...
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The Sun Always Rises
Rising Dawn Smith—Poems and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OHSTATUS REPORT 278Night yet clings to dark earthmost folk still asleepthe air untainted with their needbut soon sun will riseand dark...
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Things That Don't Get Lost
Fall Color in Yolo County—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA—Photos Courtesy of James Lee JobeMonths now without rain, even this lizard looks dry. The redwood trees out front are green, but I don't...
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Dark Matter
IF WE BUT SHADOWS WERE—Joseph Nolan, Stockton, CA If we but shadows wereWhat might we destroy?What powers of darknessMay shadows employ?History’s repleteWith dark power of deceit.Darker stillThe evil...
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The Endless Work of Reclamation
Fire Spreads Quickly—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CAA CHIMNEY STANDS WITHOUT ITS HOUSE—Dewell H. Byrd, Central Point, ORLeans toward charred rose busheson the creek side of the ParadiseWildfire.Rumpled...
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Yellow Broom, With Ant
Troubles—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE STAND-OFFAfter Turkeys in the Snow by Liz Hawkes deNiord1.We know how the turkeys connect their voices when we gobble out to them and they...
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The Glass Cheeks of Heaven
—Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan, Eliot Lake, Ontario, Canada—Anonymous Window PhotosBROKEN LIKE A SOCIAL CONTRACT,LONG AGOCrusted arms of pit-stain yellowreach down into my dismembered soulof fractured...
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Listening to Fragments
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAVILLANELLE FOR PARADISEYou never wished the blazing but it camedown-canyon on a wind, the land so dry—your vision changed forever in the flame.It came...
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Always a Beginning
—Poems by Claire J. Baker, Pinole, CA—Anonymous PhotosAFTER VISITING THE AIDS QUILTWe plant seedlings of pineand of compassionfor every stitched-on name.We lure flocks of gullsover feverish neon,dispel...
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The Heron
—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA—Photos of the Sacramento River Courtesy of James Lee Jobe Dawn is its own reward. To watch the little teeth of morning Nibble away at the meat of the night, Bite...
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I Am The Weaver
—Anonymous WeaverWINDING ROAD—D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA The Winter came. For awhileIt seemed difficult to realizeThat every cell in my bodyWas a complete universe.Then the snow began.I could barely...
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Bring Me My Space Shuttle
—Photo by Ann Privateer, Davis, CAPERMISSION TO FEEL—Ann Wehrman, Sacramento, CA driving up with a roar and flourishsomehow Arden found me hitchhiking home like a fool 18 years old, Illinois...
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I Am The Place You Come To
Well, Hello—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CACOME AT ME FROM THE MORNINGcome at me from the morningI will meet you like ashawlslip under my armI will tell you my heart livesand you...
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