Dream For Me
—Anonymous Photos—Poems by Adam Levon Brown, Eugene, ORMORGANAShe wasdrippingheroin andsalivatingMollyHer eyeswere a brightindigo, containingsepulchers indilated pupilsHer hair spokeof ivory whileher...
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Yolo County Bridge—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAYou want to write some goodness.You open the notebook and you write down a river. It looks pretty good there on the page, So you also...
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—Anonymous Photo of Weaver Nests in AfricaTHE CROP THIEVESA Sotho poem from Lesotho on the subject of weaver birds, at harvest time one of the worst robbers of corn and grain crops. The sounds and...
View ArticleWhat Do You Hear?
—Photos by Caschwa, Sacramento, CA"Joan Didion’s house for sale,” said a headline blurb in the Sacramento Bee, the house once dwelled in by the author, which inspired actress Greta Gerwig to...
View ArticleOnly the Questions Matter
Haunted—Poems and Photos by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHIS POEM, NOT MY OWNAgain I steal words stolen by another—recreate, rewrite, re-say.Who will know,recognize,or challengethis poem—in allits...
View ArticleA Testimony to Change
—Poems by Dah, Berkeley, CA—Anonymous Photos TRANSMUTATIONMetamorphose keeps caterpillars hopingthat the butterfly’s reach for immortality is luminous O butterflyto be wise and ignorant hurts too...
View ArticleGone to Sky
Wakamatsu Green Lagoon—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CACONSIDERING RESERVOIR STREETWalk the one-way cobbled roughshod lane and here’s what you’ll find: dead-end adits dug into the...
View ArticleEnough Silence to Dwell On
—Anonymous PhotoCAN’T MISS IT—JD DeHart, Chattanooga, TNCan’t miss it, unless you driveright past it.It’s noticeable and blue,the big house where they serveyou delicate ice cream.Did you know that ice...
View ArticleThe Starving Bear
—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CADeath is knocking at the door. Please, let him in. I wasn't going to live forever anyway.Death has always been waiting for me, Like a poor man waiting at a...
View ArticleStrapping In Doubt
—Anonymous PhotoON THE MOVE—Thomas Gunn (1929-2004)The blue jay scuffling in the bushes followsSome hidden purpose, and the gust of birdsThat spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows,Has nested...
View ArticleTh Fire and Ice of Summer
—Photos by Caschwa, Sacramento, CASUMMER—Ann Wehrman, Sacramento, CAon my skinchocolate peanut butter Jamba Juiceon my tongue, ice cold on my stomachsun’s warmth puckers my skin at the mall, sun...
View ArticleIt Was The Bees
—Poems and Original Artwork by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CAHELEN IN HER GARDENI know how she does her garden every day. Mornings at her window, looking out upon the singing of the birds, I know how her...
View ArticleTunes and Countertunes
Robins in Sumac—Anonymous Photos—Poems by Tom Goff, Carmichael, CATWO PARKSCalaveras Big Trees State Park, near Arnold, CaliforniaSequoias, on our first visit, everything.All manner of specimens...
View ArticleSkew-Whiffing Into Summer
—Poems and Photos by Taylor Graham, Placerville, CAJUNE MORNINGRiders catch this morning’s sun splayed out on a bit of lawn or leaned against a tree in shade. Half an hour till hitch-up, an hour till...
View ArticleGhosts of Thyme
1946—Poems and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OHSISYPHUS DREAMSWaiting for eyes to un-unopenin dark before sundream stuck thick to lidmind scream why this againbut caffeine will lance these lieshope and...
View ArticleThe Ridiculous Man
Still Life With Underpants—Poems and Photos by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CAI am a ridiculous man. The moon is an old friend; Was it hung there by a child? The sky is a blanket of night Waiting in the cool...
View ArticleArmchair Adventures
Sky in a Jar—Poems by Nick LeForce, Sacramento, CA—Anonymous PhotosMISPLACED MOMENTSI have elevated the act of misplacing items to a fine art as if there is within me a devious adolescent playing a...
View ArticleLittle Foxtails in the Socks
—Photos by Caschwa, Sacramento, CAWasn'tQuite a cabinIn the woods.Was more aShack down atThe end ofOur back alley.The reedy voiceFrom behind theRotted screen: "I can smell bees!" We took the other...
View ArticleShe Who Is The Forest
—Poems and Original Artwork by Joyce Odam, Sacramento, CATHE MUSE OF REVERIERussian Impressionism (works by twenty-two academy-trained master Russian Artists of the past and present)She is the...
View ArticleMany Winds and the Teeth of Rivers
—Poems by JD DeHart, Chattanooga, TN—Anonymous PhotosTHE JACKETRummaging, Randall finally found it,small folded fabric, tucked into the bottomof the bargain bin—the perfect lookfor him.The jacket he’d...
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