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The Monkeys Will Help You!
Putah Creek, Davis, CA—Anonymous Photo—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAThe monkeys will help you.In the dream I am worried.There is some unnamed dangerin traveling to the back of the island where I...
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Scotch Before Breakfast
—Anonypus Photo (or is that Anonymouse?)REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS PAST—Judith ViorstThey let the children out of school too early.I left the Christmas shopping till too late.Each day we had a holiday...
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Creating Love
—Anonymous PhotosTHE TUMBLEWEED AT CHRISTMAS—Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA“To move a tumbleweed you must push it,preferably with wind.” —Dale OdamHe has lashed and stakedthe tumbleweed to the yard,a gift...
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To Charm the Bird
In My Shadow—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE DAY FORETOLDThis morning the moon rose too high in the west— round and parchment white—yet shining bright upon the windowsill, filling the...
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Kissed by Gossamer
—Poems by Tom Goff, Carmichael, CA—Photos of the River Cities Quilters Guild Show, (Sacramento, CA, Nov. 17-19, 2017) byMichelle Kunert, Sacramento, CAOVERCASTI want sunlight now,the brightest winter...
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Hunting the Lost
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAAFTER CHRISTMASA temptation, to just start pulling wrapping paper, snuggy, Batman t-shirt, already broken doll off the heap of who-knows-what. The...
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Can't Be Bought
Sacramento Jazz Festival Collage—Poems and Photos by Caschwa, Sacramento, CAJUST DREAMS—Caschwa, Sacramento, CA‘Neath every poemIs a dream ofUnknown proportionsLaden with dubiousvariationsWhich tell...
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Time is Nothing
—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA—Anonymous Photos December cold, and the night dew becomes mist, and then, in the most silent hour, becomes a soft rain. I am up late, putting my life into words...
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Lost To All
—Anonymous IllustrationTHE OLD YEAR—John Clare, 1920The Old Year’s gone away To nothingness and night:We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night:He left no footstep, mark or place...
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Facing That Blank Page
—Anonymous PhotoBLANK PAGE BEATDOWN—David Wright, Sacramento, CABlank page, this is confrontational.I don't really want to be here.You bring me down becauseWe used to be so good together.We drank...
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Shadows Reaching Through Shadows
A Curve of Shadow—Poetry and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CANEW DAYThe sky, filling with blue, then a fragile cloud ortwo, threading. A sharpness of birdsong, penetrating the silence—brief—and...
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Lotus Unfolding
—Poetry by Ann Wehrman, Sacramento, CA—Anonymous PhotosBALANCEmorning tender as rain slowly approachessun veiled in dove gray clouds, soft pearls breezes gentle for Decemberfeel the morning’s in-taken...
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Dreaming of Genies
December Sunrise—Poetry and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CARETURNING THE GIFTI don’t know how far he traveled to get here. But there he was behind the counter, computer repair, just when I...
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Thousand Thousand Crows
—Anonymous Crow PhotosLIZARD—JD DeHart, Chattanooga, TNscarlet lacy fabricon the backand two shining twin pistolsspelling disasterhe licks his lizard lipsat the lower section of towneyes never moving...
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Buying Shorcake in Brigadoon
Thaumatrope—Anonymous Photos—Poetry by Eamonn Stewart, Belfast, Ireland THE THAUMATROPEThe snail-shaped ticket Machine in the dole…Rubbing my eyes To ware the wreckers lanterns,Tuned-in to those...
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Reading the Papers
—Anonymous PhotoEVERY MORNING—Mary Oliver I read the papers,I unfold them and examine them in the sunlight.The way the red mortars, in photographs,arc down into the neighborhoodslike stars, the way...
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Two Left Feet
—Anonymous Photos—Poetry by Caschwa, Sacramento, CATWO LEFT FEETFriday night, high school footballHalftime show, marching bandSousaphone on shoulder, shako crookedTowering lights blur the moist airMy...
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Facing January
Almost There—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CA THE TENUOUS LANDSCAPE I come upon a Welcome sign : a single house set back among the trees, green-lit shadow stretching to a hill-line that...
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Explorations & Epiphanies
Larks in Flight—Anonymous Photos—Poems by Claire J. Baker, Pinole, CATOUCHINGS*I journey through your landscapetouching here a tree,there a pebble. I hold your earthin my hands, trace markingson your...
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Climbing Out of Winter
January Morning—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CABY SYLLABLESCrows black in the cold crowd sky to the east.They’re gone. Rain comes cold and black, whips dry creek till it runs, leaps,...
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