The Religion of Snow
Stone Rabbit in Snow—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CA SHOVELING SNOW WITH BUDDHA—Billy Collins In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wokyou would never see him doing such a thing,tossing...
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Anonymous Photos—Poems by Caschwa, Sacramento, CAALL THOSE BUTTONS(Following Joyce Odam’s referenceon Medusa Tuesday, Nov. 28, to adaring skirt, “a bit too tight anda bit too short.”)My dad displayed...
View ArticleRed Insists
The Vision—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE DRESS Tomorrow I will wear the dress. Oh, seamless thing.It will be torn where I have fought the sleeve that tries to form the shape of my...
View ArticleThe Wind in Our Faces
Water Lilies, 1916—Painting by Claude Monet—Poems by Rainer Maria Wilke, 1875-1926CHILD IN REDSometimes she walks through the village in herlittle red dressall absorbed in restraining herself,and yet,...
View ArticleHow About the Bees?
Pioneer Cemetery—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAYOU LOVE THE MYSTERY pioneer cemeteryShe’s roaming this old graveyard by daydressed in blood-red, quite blind to a bright living...
View ArticleThe Dragons of Sky
Illustration from the movie, Dragon Slayer—Poems by Michael H. Brownstein, Chicago, ILTHIS IS NOT A DRUID POEMIt is a Druid clap,a Druid romp,a Druid riddle,not a chomp at the legs of a Druid.This is...
View ArticleHalf Dream, Half Battle
—Anonymous Photos—Poems by Tom Goff, Carmichael, CACOMPOSER’S COMPARTMENTS(Bax)I’ve fallen for you as biographers do for subjects.But just what is it you can tell me about?I learn from your young face...
View ArticleThe Red Poppy
—Anonymous PhotoTHE RED POPPY—Louise GluckThe great thingis not havinga mind. Feelings:oh, I have those; theygovern me. I havea lord in heavencalled the sun, and openfor him, showing himthe fire of my...
View ArticleA Touch of Red
—Photo by Charles Mariano,Sacramento, CARED WAS MY FAVORITE—Caschwa, Sacramento, CAMy parents had a set of dishesWith different colors to choose fromAnd 3 sons, no girlsIn the birth order scheme of...
View ArticleThis Beautiful Red Day
The Shape of the Leaf—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAIT IS A BEAUTIFUL RED DAYIt is a beautiful red day.It makes many promisesIt will keep.It has days and days of hours.It is so far from...
View ArticleFellow Travelers
Star Pattern—Poems by Claire J. Baker, Pinole, CA—Anonymous photos of Persian rugsFELLOW TRAVELERSShould a star fall into our hands, we need notreturn it to the sky...If we must break newground, why...
View ArticleSnapping Santa
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CARED ACCORDING TO MY IPADIn the hardware window, Santa’s flying his red biplane—the old reindeer delivery upgraded for this impatient century. But my...
View ArticleRemembered Treasures
One-Room Schoolhouse in Kansas—Poems by Tom Goff, Carmichael, CA—Anonymous Photos of Forgotten Treasures,Our Seed of the Week FOR A PROFESSOR FRIENDI read today about a regimentedschool program meant...
View ArticleDark Nights & Shadow Shredders
Manic is the Night—Poems and Photos by Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, ILMANIC IS THE DARK NIGHTDeep into the forestthe trees have turnedblack, and the sunhas disappeared inthe distance beneaththe earth...
View ArticleLost Babylon
—Anonymous IllustrationBABYLON—Robert Graves (1895-1985)The child alone a poet is:Spring and Fairyland are his.Truth and Reason show but dim,And all’s poetry with him.Rhyme and music flow in plentyFor...
View ArticleMosaics of Memory
—Anonymous PhotosDYING TO REMEMBER—Loch Henson, Diamond Springs, CAA glance at the prismatictwinkle of the Christmas tree ornaments, and the memory of a future imperfect starts to develop. This is...
View ArticleThe Art of Listening
Yellowing—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE WORLD . . . THE SUNWhen the sun came out this morning, it burned a hole in the sky and spilled its black ashes around and whatever dared to...
View ArticleThe Miracle Just Starts
—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CA—Poems by Philip M. Raskin (1880-1944) THE MIRACLEThe Rabbi tells his old, old tale, The pupils seated round. “…And thus, my boys, no holy oil In the...
View ArticleRabbit Holes of Change
Big Country—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CABIG COUNTRYBack in the day, it was a big country. No fences along the steep, rutted one-lane, past the white Shepherd who herded our truck...
View ArticleJust Cuz: Mirrors & Moments
Wide Mouth Smith—Poems and Photos by Smith, Cleveland, OHRITUAL REBIRTHFirst stroke—cannabis tokesecond service—sip of caffeinethird—tokefourth—sipagainAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhGear engagedcog convergingfog...
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