Tree Worship

Tree Worship

Marge Piercy   I have a friend who when she comes out here to our funky house dug into the hill side in the pine…

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Collectors

Collectors

Marge Piercy   Some people collect grudges like stamps or rare coins.  They take out their prize holdings to polish till they glow. But after…

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Last Swim

Last Swim

Last Swim   I wade through breast high water waves breaking their white suds in my face, the outglide pulling at my shins, sand slipsliding…

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Too Many Tomatoes, Too Little Time

Too Many Tomatoes, Too Little Time

Marge Piercy We have grown too many tomatoes. At first it was a blessing after the lack last summer, tomatoes in July even. But the…

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Learning to Walk in Two Worlds

Learning to Walk in Two Worlds

Rae Rose   Skinny as tree limbs, we began to grow curves as if we were turning into musical instruments. We hid our mandolin hips…

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In the Dust of Thunder

In the Dust of Thunder

Rae Rose   The neighbor would bring his horse to our pipe corral, and I would hide under the almond tree. I knew it should…

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Foretelling

Foretelling

Kate Harding   I anchor between the piano and desk, watch my grandmother edge her Buick to the curb. In her stylish wool suit, a…

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Witness

Witness

Kate Harding   for my mother Inside the Rialto movie theater the little usher, in her maroon uniform lights the aisle for a man carrying…

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Reputations Bounce

Reputations Bounce

Helene Pilibosian   with the paint-logged lore of Paul Klee’s canvas circle, the Bauhaus news reviewed on a pink and orange face named Senecio, the…

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Sun-Moon Language

Sun-Moon Language

Helene Pilibosian   The moon erases any wince scribbled on my face without a sour word to undefine what has been defined.  Humanity likes to…

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Russelling Up Some Hospitality

Russelling Up Some Hospitality

David Bruckshaw Campbell   Everything went black. Sean clutched the steering wheel and almost jammed the brake pedal through the rusted floorboard of his aging…

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Elegy (for Jerry Garcia)

Elegy (for Jerry Garcia)

David Bruckshaw Campbell   “My words are lies,” he once said. “In fact I’m lying now.” so he chose guitar for his voice and with…

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El Padre (fragmento)

El Padre (fragmento)

Pablo Neruda translation by Mireya Cerda El padre brusco vuelve de sus trenes: reconocimos en la noche el pito de la locomotora perforando la lluvia…

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I Despair (with Farsi Translation)

I Despair (with Farsi Translation)

Mahnaz Badihian   می ترسم   از صدای پوسیده ی خدایشان از صدای اله اکبر بر سر  مناره ها بالای برجهای سه گانه ودرجاده های…

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The Marilyn

The Marilyn

D.H.R. Fishman   Poor Uncle Moon had to sneak the plastic champagne glass and its illicit contents – not Dom Perignon, but drinkable – into…

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POEMA Y HAIKU

POEMA Y HAIKU

 Olga Garcia   Macuilxochitzin                        Macuilxochitzin garra sobre la piedra                claws grasping stones tu plumaje de quetzal              your quetzal feathers en el asfalto                             on the asphalt…

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For Fallujah

For Fallujah

Veronica Golos   Because poems are, after all, dialogues between the song of man and the silences of God…                                                                                       – Jorie Graham, American Poet…

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Voices

Voices

Veronica Golos                                              I am working under the voices of fire.                                          – Shareef Sarhan, Gaza I was working under the voices of fire. I…

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Once More by the Lake

Once More by the Lake

E.B. White     One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for…

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Cafe Chemin de Fer

Cafe Chemin de Fer

R.T. Sedgwick   oranges and lemons, oranges and lemons market square filling with faces just off the waiting train  a light rain graces impressions apples…

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The Peetnik Poets

The Peetnik Poets

R.T. Sedgwick   It’s another Wednesday evening at Peet’s Coffee & Tea just off Palomar Airport Road— four poets huddle      sipping green teas      mocha Freddos…

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Living and Re-Living Al Andalus: Review of Shadab Zeest Hashmi's, Baker of Tarifa

Living and Re-Living Al Andalus: Review of Shadab Zeest Hashmi’s, Baker of Tarifa

Living and Re-Living Al Andalus: Book Review of  Shadab Zeest Hashmi’s, Baker of Tarifa, by Sam Hamod Shadab Zeest Hashmi’s book of poems, Baker of…

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