Mid-Seasons and Old Bouquets
—Photos by Caschwa, Sacramento, CALATE WINTER, LAKE TAHOE—Jeanine Stevens, Sacramento, CAAnticipating a clear-cut summer,warm mornings with new bird songs.I remove antique beads from the chandelier,...
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Valse des Fleurs—Poetry and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CASPHERESThere is music in the air, I hear it there— beyond the trees, through scented breeze.I’ve listened hard of course...
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Exploding Tree—Poems and Artwork by Steve Denehan, Kildare, Ireland SINI ate up a sin and it swallowed me wholesulphur and iron soured my tongueI turned up my collar against the windI closed my eyes...
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—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CATOO EARLY FOR FIELD MARKSAt dawn, a bird call from near or farther distance. Sharp, insistent, monotone. Alarm or warning?repeated and repeated.Then,...
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—Poems and Artwork by Hilary Krzywkowski, Oregon AFTERNOON BANQUET IN THE LEFT VENTRICLEput the silencer on the morphine, hold the pagers, disconnect the phonethe daisies are outfitted with eyes,...
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The Poet—Poems and Photos Courtesy of James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAThese herbs are bitter, And this world has a million stories. Hands, both large and small, Carry the water from the well. Life, Where are...
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—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CADIGGING—Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into...
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Lost—Photo by Ruben Briseno RevelesDIRTY, BUT STILL RED—Cynthia Linville, Sacramento, CAI wipe a circle clear on the dusty window, griming my fingers. Lean in, peer anxiously into the murk. And I see...
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Circularities—Poems and Original Artwork by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAPOETRY IS WHAT(After "Winning His Way" by Gertrude Stein)Halting speech. In. (inversion) hesitated mind. Groping for. Whatever....
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Blue Apple—Painting by Steve Denehan, Kildare, Ireland—Poems by Steve DenehanWINTEROne morning I looked in the mirror andI was no longer thereI contorted my faceas if that could helpI wavednothing...
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Woodgrain—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CATHE OLD BARN PAST EQUINOX From the barn loft comes a purling cooabove an arrangementof empty basin and long-necked bottles on a block. Scent...
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—Anonymous Wooly Mammoths—Poetry by JD DeHart, Chattanooga, TNMAMMOTHThe wooly mammoth’s real namewas Andrew. He once aspired tobe a pro wrestler—a perfect fit,his glaring eyes beneath a pocketof fur,...
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Poet in the Rain—Poems by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA—Visuals Courtesy of James Lee JobeYou are not poor, Just born as a stone is born, Without riches. You come from a fantastic fissure in the earth,...
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—Anonymous PhotoINTRODUCTION TO POETRY—Billy CollinsI ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the light like a color slideor press an ear against its hive.I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him...
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The Last Sound—Painting by Ibrahim El-Salahim, 1964THE LAST SOUND—Neil Ellman, Livingston, NJ(after the painting by Ibrahim El-Salahim) It is said there is no sound in spaceno vibrations of matter dark...
View ArticleLove , Loss & Lollipop Trees
Anticipation—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAORCHARD (After Tree Rhythm by Paul Klee)lollipop trees dot the landscapea child’s depictiondimensionless with simplicitythe far ones...
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Daffodils —Poems and Photos by Vicki Carroll, Sacramento, CA THREE SPRING POEMS1A hint of fragrancedraws one closer—to find a deep glandular odorsweet, light and warm…as if a heartbeat resides...
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Yellow!—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CA SPRING STEPSbreeze through the meadowsilent birdbone whistle sings—drums calling the stepslightfoot the creeksidewillow all yellow pollen’d...
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Art 101—Poems and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OHMEDICINE WHEELThe people we call Cheyenne, Crow, Sioux say insteadthe Painted Arrow, the Little Black Eagle, the Brother People,all three working...
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Good Morning, Jobe Here—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAAPRIL.Dawn slips in easy, Like a beautiful woman getting dressed. The sky fades from black to gray silver to blue. Gods pad through...
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