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Now Is Here
—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CANEW SLEEP“This is working all too well,” you said.We had been tracking for overa month now.“Everybody’s moving. Whatare these shadowsnear the edges?” you...
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If We Will Only Listen
Dogwood—Anonymous PhotoBLAKE CAME TO ME—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MABlake came to methis morningI'm rising earlywith Nasturtiumon my surrealist saxsensing a perfume glowcovering April's Weeping...
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Out of the Closet
—Photo by Stacie Sherman, Orangevale, CABACK OF THE CLOSET—Kevin Jones, Elk Grove You’d think there would beSounds, odd noises thereIn the dark. But no, it’sGenerally quiet, maybeToo quiet, like...
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That River From The Heart
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoOLD SHOESSomewhere an old shoe lieth under a bed—all dusty and lost from its other—lonely as someone deadand searching still for its mate in a cadaverous...
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Moms
Goose Family—Photos by Katy Brown, Davis MY MOTHER WOULD BE A FALCONRESS—Robert DuncanMy mother would be a falconress,And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,would fly to bring backfrom the blue of...
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Catching the Sun
—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA—Photos by Stacie Sherman, Orangevale, CAMAY IMay I say a lineof my poemas the Elms ceaseto shiverin my back yardnear the Bayshading my eyesof green, bluein the...
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The Music Inside Her
Meercat Mom —Anonymous Photo GUANERI'S GHOST—Loch Henson, Diamond Springs, CAShe fled home at seventeen with precious little: the clothes on her back and a can of peaches, a can opener and a...
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A Song of Ghosts
Reflection of Bridge—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CALONG HANDS Morning has long hands filled with rain.Its mouth is full of hissingDown the street, dull gray reflectionsOn duller window...
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Mother-Dreams
Jane Blue's mother, Jane Eshleman Conant,at the Abbot murder trial, Oakland, 1955DREAMS OF MY MOTHER—Jane Blue, SacramentoShe shows me a room in her chalet––the bed, the high pine ceilingfit for a...
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Of Sleep and Caprice
Grace—Photo by Robert Lee Haycock, Antioch, CA GOLD SPUN ELEPHANTS—Rhony Bhopla, SacramentoMini gongs, heaving ceiling hung bellsBharatnatyam dancers flood the milk soaked floor Mother: binds...
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Sweet Jazz, Sweet Mama
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoBIG MAMA LAUGHSBig Mama laughsand points her hand.Her pretty laughtershoves the air between.Her flirting eyesgrab everyone.Her dangling ear ringsdance and...
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Caribou Reclining
Lupine, Folsom Lake—Poems by Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MO—Photos by Stacie Sherman, Orangevale, CATHE HONEY ROOMBrother Al, in his hood,is out in his fieldmaking love to his bees.From my room I can see...
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Getting Metaphysical
—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA—Photos by Katy Brown, Davis, CA A NEW WORLDThose wild strawberriesin our cool handwhich keep us in sweetnesson May's long airy dayswe hike on Concord trailsablaze...
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Love In My Cup
Love In My Cup—Photo by Cynthia Linville, Sacramento—Poems by William S. Gainer, Grass Valley READING FOR BURNING MANThe bar was loud,some guy was dancing to the light show—blue dots, no music,alone,he...
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Sometimes the Fault Line...
Lion Dance, Locke—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA “WHIZ DUMB BRIDGE” —William T. WileyIf these words begin to saySomething, it will be untrueAnd this blanket that I wrap...
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Perfect Is The Silence
—Anonymous PhotoELIS—Georg Trakl (1887-1914)IPerfect is the silence of this golden day.Beneath ancient oaktreesYou appear, Elis, at rest with wide eyes.Their blue mirrors the slumber of lovers.On your...
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Inside, Commotion
—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CA WAITING ROOM NOIR—Kevin Jones, Elk Grove After things had quieted down outside the window, I looked back to see that her seat was empty. “Must have gone in to see the...
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Mirrors Made of Air
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoHE SLEEPS AND DREAMS HER (after "Arab Song, 1932" by Paul Klee)It is late afternoon. The colors of the room are dim-ming to a soft haze. She is hiding in the...
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All Too Red
Keely Dorran, Sacramentometeor IXThe Pellegrino has gone to my head.I’m quite sure there’s a baby in there.Little one, I just turned 40. Don’t comeknocking on my door, begging for me tofind some kind...
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The Unacknowledged Legislation of the World
B.Z. at Good Harbor Beach—Photos by Denise Flanagan, Newton, MA—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA WAITING ON A PHRASEWhen will understandingmend our wronged livesa poet waits on a phrasewith his...
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