The Piece We Can't See
Placerville Gargoyle—Photo Enhancement by Taylor Graham—Poems by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CA PLACERVILLE GARGOYLEniche’d in an upper window—if I cranemy neck at him I go dizzy. Wing’ed dog...
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—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA—Photos by Katy Brown, Davis, CAWORDSWords upon the sandkeep me near the seatoday a castledoes not want to existin a vassal stateso fingernails obliteratedit,...
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—Photo by Jennifer LagierSUNFLOWERS—Jennifer Lagier, Marina, CAGangly mutants sprout at orchard edge,proliferate along ditch banks.Sticky stems bend under the weightof brown fried egg centerfringed...
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Old Technology—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA DROP A LINEA slight reflection noted as soundUpon water, then an uplifting of wingsThat slides into the shadows over someReeds the evening had...
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AMERICA—Claude McKay (1889-1948) Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,Stealing my breath of life, I will confessI love this cultured hell that tests my...
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Cedar Dance—Photo by Taylor GrahamAT THIS END—Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAAn improbable landscape of railed precipiceand concrete stairs, nothing swerving fromright-angle and diagonal—and at this...
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Big Tree, 8th Street & Eggplant Alley, Sacramento—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoTHE DISARRAY OF SUMMER(After "Sleeping Peasants" by Pablo Picassoand "A Valentine for Sherwood Anderson"...
View ArticleSinging the Quiet Hours of Day
—Poems and Photos by Martie Odell-Ingebretsen, SacramentoTIME OFFThe air inhales the tender pulsing of the birds. They leave the sky and carve the dirt, digging into the place where the sprinkler...
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—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA MORNING OF JULY 3Morning as an open doorof a post office of red eyesin a poem's acceptancelike a love letterembracing the soundsof an all-night taxiwith the...
View ArticleKissing Carol Ann
—Poems by Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MOMONDAY MORNINGLying in bedon a Monday morningI watch my wife towel offafter showering and thinkwhy can’t I be that towelrolling over her knollsbasking in her...
View ArticleThe Day The Rain Forgot To Stop
Doorway, Locke, CA—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CAFOR JO JOAt nightwhen thewhen thepaintingsare quietI comeI comeI come outto dancein front of thembent bodybent in the in the darkin the...
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Peregrine Falcon(Anonymous Photo)THE WINDHOVER —Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889) To Christ Our LordI caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin,...
View ArticleThe Arts of Swimming, Choosing, Healing
Sacramento Poet Laureate Jeff Knorr, reading atSac. Poetry Center last Monday, July 6—Photo by Michelle Kunert, SacramentoSTARTING ANEW—Caschwa, SacramentoI heard from reliable sourcesThat I was...
View ArticleLeft Alone With Words
—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, SacramentoFINE VOICEI am in fine voice today.No vanity.No need to sing.My thoughts are under water.I am swimming in a spiral.Today I am part of my oneness.What else am...
View ArticleA Bum's Eye View
P. Green by Joseph Albers, 1971—Poems by Neil Ellman, Livingston, NJP. GREEN(Josef Albers, screenprint)On a green planetgreen with agethe birdsin their verdancysing a green lamentgreen air...
View ArticleThe Wellspring Wind
Nantaska, MA—Photos by Denise Flanagan, MA—Poems by B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MADAWN'S DOVEHearing a mourning dove callby the gecko who landsover this sandy coaston a day of pure airthe bird with its...
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—Poems by Scott Thomas Outlar, Atlanta, GA—Photos by Keely S. Dorran, Sacramento, CA A SONG UNTO THE AGES The silence of white roseswith deaf petalsbeneath a muted sunholds the music’s placein a...
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Shadow—Poems and Photos by D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA A BOUQUET OF FLOWERSNo one will know I am here.I left the house in the early morning.I have a small bouquet of flowersI picked from a field in my...
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FIVE A.M. —Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997)Elan that lifts me above the cloudsinto pure space, timeless, yea eternalBreath transmuted into wordsTransmuted back to breathin one hundred two hundred yearsnearly...
View ArticleHonk If You Missed Me!
CSUS Dragon Made of Recycled MaterialsCalif. State Fair, 2015—Photo by Michelle Kunert, SacramentoTOOTH OF THE SERPENT—Ann Wehrman, Sacramento I will look into your eyes;I will look at you,raise my...
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