Category: Summer 2014 Issue

Spring Fog from a Rear Window on Water Street
by James Reidel The inspiration here is too window shopped, But the cat arches against the glass, Getting comfortable after the long winter,

Red LifeSavers
by James Reidel The cherry ones, So painfully close to the weakest of medicines — Luden’s, Smith Bros., Hall’s, Hardly a saccharide shy of penny

“ . . . leaves: They will cure my hunger”
by James Reidel “ . . . leaves: They will cure my hunger” Ch’en Tzu –lung The grass is dusted by frost and your bare feet grow

Draught
by Julie Rogers The sun, a coin flipping deep in a pocket of heat that won’t give. Newscast: governor’s gruff voice rations water, Sierra

Hen House
by Julie Rogers Hen House for Sangye The mother is never done. Her hands work her heart, play dough shapes. The mold cuts her to size,

Selective Memory
by Andy Clausen Back in the early nineties on the way to a poetry gig in Humboldt County my car went kaput And I wound up in a motel

Simple Words
by Neeli Cherkovski I keep wading in the mud of the Classic poets, they have a fine morbidity and a clean psychology trust in the epic that ends

Finding the Boy
by Stephen Petroff At Night, I am Awakened from dreaming to look through the window — As water is welling, the moon’s eyes

Entreaty
by Stephen Petroff Moon and moth, Take us upon the night sky, All but out of reach Of philistines and loathsome politicians, Who hound artists as

A Water Jar
by Stephen Petroff Whenever he went out in the woods to work, When he walked out into the fields, He took a jar of water with him.