Pull Out a Lawn Chair . . .
Poet and Wife, James and Alex—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAShe is the river where I soak my tired soul. She is the morning that finally arrived After the night that seemed endless.She...
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—Anonymous PhotoMESSAGE IN A BOTTLE—Nick LeForce, Sacramento, CANever ask a poet for advice unless you are willing to tolerate ambiguity because a poet speaks in more than meaning, wraps words in...
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Spring in the Garden—Photo by Maria Rosales, Northern CABy this, I measureThe turning of the seasonWhere light touches tree—Maria RosalesHis Majesty—Photo by Maria RosalesTHE EAGLE—Maria RosalesIf any...
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Secrets—Poetry and Original Art by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE WOE-BIRDAfter Man and Bird Watercolor 1963 by Henry MillerThe woe-bird sits on my shoulder to tell me its secrets, and I know I am...
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—Anonymous Villain Pix—Poems by JD DeHart, Chattanooga, TN AMAZE-MOEAmaze-Moecan fight with nothing buthis nasty big toeAmaze-Moehas a mustache that when trimmedwill growAmaze-Moecan always win a...
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—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAOLDEST OF A GHOST TOWNA fuzzy-bearded man—I think I know him by name. Maybe no older than I am, but ancient in his way. Like that cabin leaning by...
View ArticleThe Dance, The Dream
Cypress, Pt. Lobos, CA —Poems and Photos by Sue Daly, Sacramento, CA MOONGLOWThe moon softens the evening with her gentle persuasion,the sun keeps busy burning.He rules the sky with fire,churning and...
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Still Life With Dentures and Glasses—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAThe lizard is quite brave, like Hannibal, And he dashes out on the trail right in front of me, Stops, and looks up at...
View ArticleDreams of Fire
—Photos by Hubble Telescope—Poems by Sudeep Adhikari, Kathmandu, Nepallevitating melancholyi saw you glidingacross the layered heapof silver quietalmost touching the firmamentlike an atom swirlingin...
View ArticleIn Defense of Xanthippe
—Photos by Caschwa, Sacramento, CASIROCCO—Tom Goff, Carmichael, CAThe clouds come back, the nervousness comes back.Winds might be much outdoors, yet are no matchfor gusts in mind that blanch the grass...
View ArticleThe Magic Number of Myself
Choreography—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAFROM THE CARNIVAL OF DAYSAND NIGHTSThe clown arrives with his black mask and signature; he will amuse with his pointed humor, wait for the...
View ArticleTin Cup in a Beggar's Hand
—Anonymous Photos—Poems by Nick LeForce, Sacramento, CATHE SHIPWRECKED SOULBeware the captainThat sails only on smooth waters;That drops anchor only in safe harbors;That lets aboard only familiar...
View ArticleOur Great Green Mother
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CASCATTERI walked my dogs down gravel, and along the frontage trail where fairy-lanterns bloom in May, fragile as parchment.Young dog Trek flushed a...
View ArticleFlight Plans
Three Fates—Poems and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OHDON’T LOOK BACKThere are dark things that live in cavesand real trolls beneath real bridgesthat'll eat you eat your brother your sisteryour...
View ArticleHammering the Nails
Boards to Build a Life—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAI am hammering the nails that hold the boards of my life. My friends will tell you that I already know what to do. I have had the...
View ArticleCount to Twelve
—Anonymous PhotoA CALLARSE—Pablo NerudaAhora contaremos doce y nos quedamos todos quietos. Por una vez sobre la tierra no hablemos en ningún idioma, por un segundo detengámonos,no movamos tanto los...
View ArticleAmple Sweets
—Photo by Ann Privateer, Davis, CATHE CAT—Ann PrivateerThe cat's camera eyes key in, peek, wink, twinkle,explore more;friendly in its unavailability. —Photo by Ann PrivateerPOUR ME MORE—Ann Privateer...
View ArticleWhat Swirls Beneath
Are We There Yet?—Poems and Original Art by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAEMPATHYToday I went through aisles and aisles of crowded noise. The moon was not full. The creaky cart I pushed was not to be...
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—Anonymous Photos—Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan, Lake Eliot, Ontario, Canada SILKSCREEN WOMANShe picked up this silkscreen printing apparatus at a garage sale backin Kingston so she could make her own...
View ArticleWild With Spring
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAFIELD AND BARNAn undecided mid-spring day, not yet entirely sunburned. Creek has given up on cleansing last year’s deadfall; what’s left is muck in...
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