Inconvenient Angels
Chibi explores the snow in Diamond Springs!(Chibi's meme for today) —Photo taken Sat. Dec. 7by Kathy KiethINCONVENIENT ANGELS—Caschwa, SacramentoNo more for you!Mandated the bartender;You must wear...
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—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoDOOR ANGELBless this door through which no one comes and goes. It is a frozen door, braced shut, made useless by a useless lock, and a framethat settles. The...
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Cornerstone Gardens, Sonoma—Photo by Cynthia Linville, SacramentoSCOUTMASTER’S TALE—Kevin Jones, Elk GroveThe campfire was dyingAnd the scouts asked me howI’d met my wife. Told themShe was from...
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Rae Gouirand, one of the featured readers at Sac. Poetry Center on Monday, December 9—Photo by Michelle Kunert, SacramentoYOU NEVER SEE CRYSTAL LIKE THAT IN CAFES ANYMORE—James Lee JobeHello. We have...
View ArticleOur Earth-Wise Lives
—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisHEARING TOM RUSH—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MAHearing Tom Rushthis week when I metmy ex again in a coffee housewe remember Joan Baez,Pete Seeger, and Bob Dylanin the peace...
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Fall Rose—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeMAKING WINTERHere it is always just aboutGoing to be Winter. They haveAlready taken it out of the box,Started the pilot holes and areJust sorting out...
View ArticleI Never Know...
—Photo by Cynthia Linville, SacramentoWHO SAYS WORDS WITH MY MOUTH?—RumiAll day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul...
View ArticleLike a Good Lover
ON EARTH—Forugh Farrokhzad, Iran, 1935-1967I never wanted to be a starin the sky's mirage,a select soulor an unspeaking friend of angels.I never left the earthor took up with stars.I stand on the...
View ArticleBarefoot Dancing
Hovering Owl—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisFIRST DAY OF SCHOOL—Caschwa, SacramentoToday we would meetThe new teacherOr so we thoughtName was differentMethods notThe same dumb ass kingOf the damn podiumAll...
View ArticleWhen Time Falls On You
Kaylynn Parkinson, one of the featured readersat Sac. Poetry Center last Monday night, Dec. 16—Photo by Michelle Kunert, SacramentoWANTING TO BE A MYSTIC—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA If this poet only...
View ArticleLike Molten Chocolate
Laura Baumann OtsuboI WAS FEELING—Laura Baumann Otsubo, SacramentoI was feelingsomethingbut rememberedhow you seemedfrustratedwith meSo I becamemadat you.Thinking youwere madat meI began tohate youbut...
View ArticleA Broader View of Dreams
—Photo by Ann PrivateerLIFE ON THE STREET—Ann Privateer, DavisAnimals meet and greet in the street where they sometimes share the shade or shave suave sheaves of leaves to fashion a canoe wanting to...
View ArticleWhat Does Not Come Back
Angels Fall. They Are Towers...—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeTHE HOUR OF THE ANGELSA small flock of crows lifted closeAs breathing is to speaking, from the edgeOf the oak grove, startling...
View ArticleThe Angel's Hand
—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisA DEDICATION—James Merrill Hans, there are moments when the whole mindResolves into a pair of brimming eyes, or lipsParting to drink from the deep spring of a deathThat...
View ArticleA Street Called Tranquility
—Photo by Ann Privateer, DavisI live in a house on a street called Tranquility. No one yellsthere or stamps their feet. When searching for a spoon, wenever pour the silverware into our metallic sink,...
View ArticleThinner Than The Rain
Swim Around the Shadows—Photo by Robin Odam, SacramentoTHE RAIN-WALKERS —Joyce Odam, Sacramento1. This is a long poem I must write on a continuous roll of paper. I will roll it and roll it under my...
View ArticleThe Hush After The Rush
—Photo by D.R. Wagner, Locke BETHLEHEM—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MABethlehem,the city of bread was busypreparing for the childin a cave's dusty mangernot knowing the wise menfrom faraway Persiawould...
View ArticleUnexpected Gifts
Christmas, born on Christmas—Photo by Taylor GrahamSPECIAL GIFTS—Taylor Graham, Placerville I unwrapped the mystery package I’d puzzledover—its golden sheen, its iridescent bow. Insidewas nothing I...
View ArticleThat Poetry By Which We Live
THE BEAR—Galway Kinnell1In late winterI sometims glimpse bits of steamcoming up fromsome fault in the old snowand bend close and see it is lung-coloredand put down my noseand knowthe chilly, enduring...
View ArticleListen To The Heart
The Wall—Photo by D.R. Wagner, LockeAN ADMONITION—D.R. WagnerIn the broad daylight, the ships are shiftedPort to port and from their masts we seeAll of sleep’s delicacy of cities,Their kirks and their...
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