Fade to White
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoFADE TO WHITENina Simone—is she real, or movie-real.How do you save your heroine who is doomed— never see her again, nor remember the name of the song.You are...
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SOUP & RATS—Ann Menebroker, SacramentoDon't believe in that rat that crawls into your bed.Believe in the dishes in your sink, a loadof dirty laundry.Can you hear the damn wall clockstruggling to...
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—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA—Photos Selected by B.Z. NiditchHERE BY THE WINDOWHere lies the oceanalways hungryfor another sailor or poetany Ulyssesstaggering after timein the late darknessto...
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Lyrical—Poems by Taylor Graham, Placerville—Photos by Robert Lee Haycock, AntiochSHAPE-SHIFTSA shadow passed across the window—a flutter of large bird. The dog I named Lokimoans in her sleep, a sigh of...
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My Front Door—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeJUST BEFORE THE CONCERTSoon the music will begin.Long cases hold instruments.There is so much activityAround the stage.They begin to hang the...
View ArticleWhat Chains You?
Allegory of the Cave Painting—Geert GoirisIN THE CAVE—Tom Goff, CarmichaelWhy is Plato’s Allegory of the Cavethe universal topic of our college?What makes it potent: what can we hope to savein you,...
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—Poems by Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MO—Photos by Katy Brown, Davis, CASCENE FROM YOM KIPPUR, 1972It's Yom Kippur this screaming hot day in Chicago 1972. An intermittent parade of orthodox men are...
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—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoANCESTRAL NOTESThere was music made of joy—she’d listen, then weep—then tell of her father’s violin—a grandfather I don’t remember—a deaf grandmother who...
View ArticleDancing the Bones
Pier 39, San Francisco—Photos by Michelle Kunert, SacramentoWHAT THE CROW SAID—Taylor Graham, PlacervilleI’ve seen roadkill on centerline, andI’ve seen the holiest of holies in the midst of a heap of...
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Toward Darkness—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA—Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CAOCTOBER BLUESThe rain, the sunthe roots from bulbshave already dried outyet playing the blues on saxto survive the...
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—Courtyard, Locke, CA—Photos by Katy Brown, DavisWATER, MUSIC—David Anderson, Lincoln, CAA light rainwrinkles the poolcherry petals white spattercrimples the pool a hush of flutes driftswhite spatterin...
View ArticleThe Gold of Illusion
Squash—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeA FEAR OF SLEEPING for d.a. levyThousands of lights begin to discover us.We had been hidden for nearly a week.These lights were of the forest, not of...
View ArticleCelebrating Sacramento: Sac. Poetry Day, 2014
—Photo by Robert Lee Haycock, AntiochTHE DUCKS AND ZEN AT McKINLEY PARK—Patricia Pashby, SacramentoWhen both body and mind are at peace, all thingsappear as they are: perfect, complete, lacking...
View ArticleZombies, Wind-Horses & Jack O'Lanterns
BE OUR GUEST—Evan Myquest, Rancho MurietaA knock at our doorFinds us at homeSo much at homeWe disturb very littleNo rearranging furnitureNo messing with the thermostatNo fighting over the remoteWe...
View ArticleThe Debris of Common Relinquishments
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoBLACK JELLY BEANS—their subtle gleam, their perfect size and roundness. (Aslant of perfect for the word’s sake.)How theytaste—unusual and singular.So many...
View ArticleAnd After That?
—Poems by Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MO—Photos by Robert Lee Haycock, Antioch, CASUNDOWN AT THE ABBEYAfter a day in the fieldsplowing and sowing, the old monks see sundown is near, so they put away...
View ArticleShadows on Tracing Paper
—Poems and Photos by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MAIN AN ARTIST'S CELLARShadows on tracing paperdrawing us inwith Fall foliage outsidethese French window blindsbursting in a Magritte redinterior color of...
View ArticleAll Treats, No Tricks!
TO A MAIDEN DREAMT OF, AS IN A SCENE FROM POE—Tom Goff, CarmichaelWhen I think of these brief years I have loved youslipped from my hands but never from your facebereft one lineless ounce of your...
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Theater Light—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, LockeA NIGHT JOURNEYGreat skulls moving downriver.Just south of here the river beginsTo churn up the water. One can hearThe Falls in the close...
View ArticleArt is Long, and Time is Fleeting
Sunset—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisA PSALM OF LIFE—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807—1882What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the PsalmistTell me not, in mournful numbers, “Life is but an empty...
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