The Meat of Living
A giant spider dances along with S.F.'s Velocity CircusSacramento Banana Festival, August, 2014—Photo by Michelle Kunert, SacramentoHERE IS THE FACE THAT I CALL BEING ALIVE. And here is the other...
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—Poems and "Behind Locke" Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeLOOKING FAR TO THE NORTHLong lines of colored lightsHave come down to guide us.This has not happened in years.Ramon says he can recallThe names of...
View ArticleFlowers Unforeseen
LINES TO ACCOMPANY FLOWERS FOR EVEwho took heroin, then sleeping pillsand who lies in a New York hospitalThe florist was told, cyclamen or azalea;White in either case, for you are paleAs they are,...
View ArticleAs The Camera Rolls...
—Poems and Photos by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MAAN AUGUST PICNICThe chatter will ceaseby the blue lakeas everyone wantstheir picture takenand after my binocularsare put awayafter watching the larkshigh...
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—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoCAMERA THOUGHTS(After “Traveling Without a Camera",Alternative Lives by Constance Urdang)So this is what you remember of some time and place, coordinate and...
View ArticleDesire's the Zoom Lens
Mike Pickering, Jennifer O'Neill Pickering, Jeremy Greene[Today's photos were taken by Michelle Kunertat Sac. Poetry Center's"Hot Poetry in the Park"Sable & Quill anthology readingon Monday, August...
View ArticleDeath is a Lonely Business
—Poems by William S. Gainer, Grass Valley—Photos of Locke, California by Cynthia Linville, SacramentoADMIRING A MEMORYOut on the porchwe keep a flower pot with a little patch of grassgrowing in it.No,...
View ArticleInhale the Sky Entire
Old Dog Cowboy—Photo by Taylor GrahamINHALE THE SKY—Taylor Graham, PlacervillePast the gym, between classroom bungalows,my dog’s tracking our quarry. Across grassto tennis courts, along the shady...
View ArticleTell Your Friends—
Women Smoking—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeTHE SKY IS CROWDED WITH CLOUDSTarantulas and dragons of them.Glaciers of bubbly cumulusReflect the river until itCan hold no more.White and...
View ArticleAnd I Write
Cross, Madrid—Photo by Ann Privateer, DavisALONE—Anna Akhmatova No one can hurt me. They've tried to kill meso many times that nobody scares me now.I know what kind of people want me dead:believers in...
View ArticleView From the Bridge
Bridge over Sugar River, Sunapee, NH—Poems and Photos by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MANOT REALLYI'm not reallyeating an Italian iceand frosting from a vanilla cakeas a first-of-the-yearbrisk birthday...
View ArticleIce Dreams
ICEyou hold a wet glassof melting ice water to yourforeheadhouses waver around youa mist shrouds over the groundyou raise one arm and becomethe horizonthe glass shatters in the sunlighta bird falls...
View ArticleIntersections
Intersections —Photo by Ann PrivateerINTERSECTIONS—Ann Privateer, DavisIntersecting lines movein all directions like ourpaths tracking decisionsthe who, what, whereand with whom to beenthralled or not,...
View ArticleAn Armful of Roses
—Poems by Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MO—Photos by Cynthia Linville, SacramentoA SENIOR CITIZEN'S FIRST EMAILThings are quiet here, a friend writesin the first email of his long life: Most mornings I...
View ArticleCatching the Next Wave
—Poems and Photos by Jennifer Lagier, Marina, CASTRUTHe’s a cocky bastard, full of himself,arrogantly perched on a curved cypress limb,his flustered, forgotten harem diving for coveramong sage, beach...
View ArticleSpace Station
Houseboat—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeTHE TEMPER OF THE WEATHERThe morning wasHard and cool.No, it was cold,Very cold.The captainHas been drinking.______________________RAMBLIN’ BOYRamblin’...
View ArticleWorship
—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisSUNFLOWERS —Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MONo one has to teach a fieldof sunflowers how to worship.Before dawn in high summertheir necks are bent in silent prayer like monks.But...
View ArticleBreathing In Echoes
—Poems and Photos by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MALATE SUMMER AMBERA landscape with fragranceskeeps a forest vigilfrom pinewood and wild rosesyou wear your gemstoneof Dominican blue amberon a blushing...
View ArticleA Burst of Crows
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoBRINK OF AUGUSTMorning’s white moon hovers in the flat blue sky—metaphor for silence, or whatever you prefer of personification—it is what we share here.Two...
View ArticleWord-Mining
—Photo by CaschwaSUN CLOUDS—Caschwa, SacramentoI rest my head on aPanoramic pile of pillowsMoving slowly en masseHigh above all elseHarnessed together likeElephants, trunk to tailTalking to me in their...
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