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Rites of Passage
—Anonymous Art Courtesy of D.R. Wagner, Locke, CARITES OF PASSAGE—Eamonn Stewart, Belfast, IrelandA heap of thawing music Where once we boys went lilting along to the outdoor latrines The leaky...
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Autumn-Dancing: The Dust of Sunsets
Autumn Palette—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CALISTENING TO BLUEBlue is a dawn word and a twilight word; at dawn it sounds like the moment just before birdsong; at dusk it sounds like a...
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Stitching It In
—Anonymous Quilt Photos—Poems by Romella Kitchens, Pittsburgh, PAPIERCINGNeedleThreadI made a quilt of Black birdsSewing the forms into flight and fervid existenceGreen grass hued borders—a backdrop of...
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November Listening
Greening in the Hollows—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CASILENCE OF THE WEED-EATERSHalloween’s over. I’ve hung up my weed-eater till spring—no more whacking annual grasses, thistle,...
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Dance in the Sun
—Anonymous PhotosFADING OUT—Michael H. Brownstein, Chicago, ILAfter awhile every cell in your body is used up.You begin to erode into unnecessary thought.Even the simple gesture of looking into a...
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Tomorrow in Terra
TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS—Michael Ceraolo, S. Euclid, OHThe Homeland hysteria had abated over the holidayas no actual invasion had taken placeThe hyped-up harassment gradually gave wayto the ordinary...
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The Tide Undone
Remedios Varo—Anonymous Illustration Courtesy of D.R. WagnerTHE TIDE UNDONE—D.R. Wagner, Locke, CAI am the light that bendsAll sound away from the darkness.The pink tongue unable to formWords. Shadows...
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This Orchestra of Autumn Sounds
Oaks Into Setting Sun—Photos by Katy Brown, Davis, CANOVEMBER AFTERNOON—Katy BrownThe winter sky lowers, gloweringalong the charcoal horizon,sketching sheets of rain in ragged curtains.The temperature...
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The Long Blue Shadow
The Turning Seasons—Poems and Original Artwork by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAIN THIS PHOTOGRAPHI am eight years old. It must be winter. I am wearing my winter coat and my new hat with the red cherries...
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Hags, Heidi and November Woods
Persimmons —Fruitful Fotos by Katy Brown, Davis, CATHE HAG ACROSS THE STREET FROM HOOTERS—Ann Wehrman, Sacramento, CA rage weaves through sorrow and regretI plait ice-blue ragewith regret’s black,...
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Bowls of Bounty
Dawn on the Swale—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CATHANKSGIVINGOur first Thanksgiving here.Eighteen-pound turkey for just the two of us. We’d be eating leftovers for weeks.Outside,...
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My Voice Raised in Bell & Chime
FearLoveCleve—Poems and Photos by Smith, Cleveland, OHCHRISTMAS COMINGYour ghosts do not own me,nor carry cry of Christmas coming.I will take my lump of coal with pleasure,burn in sin to warm my...
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Where To, Little Friend?
Leaves —Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CA—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CADawn, I've been waitingfor you for one thousand years—Not a wink of sleep!* * *Late summer bike ride,grasshopper lands on my...
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Secret Faces
Shoes—Painting by Vincent van Gogh, 1888MY SHOES—Charles Simic Shoes, secret face of my inner life: Two gaping toothless mouths,Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice nests.My...
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In My Shoes
—Anonymous Photos SHOES—Charles Mariano, Sacramento, CAshoessay who you arewhere you’re fromConverse, Nike,best money can buywhen i was a kid,a mocoso,from the K street projectsin Merced,shoeswere...
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Shadows and Shoes
Champagne—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CASKELETONSLook in my closet:the bones are disguised asshapelessness in dresses.Their legs dangle into shoes.They have no eyes.They do not...
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Elemental Dreams
—Anonymous Photo—Poems by Alfonsina Storni, Argentina (1892-1938)MY SISTERIt’s ten. Evening. The room is in half light.My sister’s sleeping, her hand on her chest; althoughher face is very white, her...
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Sneakers and Shadow Cats
Rosy-Fingered Dawn—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAABUNDANCEAnother rosy-fingered dawn, beacon to brighten clarity of past-Thanksgiving— December on the way but everything in its good...
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Hang Your Hat Upon the Stars
—Poems by Tom Goff, Carmichael, CA—Anonymous PhotosHEAVY MY HEARTA Shakespeare dirge is called a dump.Heavy my music now for you:Dump must be my tune. This I construeFrom miseries that sink and...
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Hello, December!
—Anonymous PhotosFIRST SIGHT—Philip LarkinLambs that learn to walk in snowWhen their bleating clouds the airMeet a vast unwelcome, knowNothing but a sunless glare.Newly stumbling to and froAll they...
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