A Poem by Diane Webster
In wooden
camouflage planks
the cabin hides
behind the forest’s
skirts if not
for the tattletale path
wagging up
to its door.
A Poem by Diane Webster
In wooden
camouflage planks
the cabin hides
behind the forest’s
skirts if not
for the tattletale path
wagging up
to its door.
A Poem by Lisa Becker
I tried to read it for you but
I couldn’t get past that dog-eared page.
Plus your clothes were still in the dryer.
I couldn’t wash them again for a long time after that no matter
how much I wore them.
There’s a hair on the soap in the shower
how could your hair be there when you’re gone?
Then there’s your toothbrush.
It was brand new, and everyone knows you keep a toothbrush
for three months so how could a toothbrush
outlive you
I can’t understand
why you didn’t fix the towel rack
the one that we knocked down when
we made love up against the wall and
after we finished
you started your new book but
you only got to page 72.
A Poem by A.D. Winans
I’m addicted to looking at pictures
From a family photo album
Brings back memories of our family flat
On Page Street
Teddy the family dog chasing his tail
Like dad chased his dreams
Mother sitting on the sofa knitting
A heating pad on her swollen feet
Or working a crossroad puzzle
One eye on sister the other on me
Dad lighting up a cigarette
Blowing smoke rings across the room
It’s like reliving vaudeville days
My father a conductor
On the old Muni Railway
Taking me with him for a ride
Letting me ring the bell
A look of pride in his eyes when
He said to the passengers,
“That’s my son.”
May be the only memory I had
Of childhood fun
Father and son as one
Riding to the end of the line
That one time when everything in life
Was fairytale fine
Now approaching eighty-three
I feel like a dinosaur walking the end of earth
With nothing but scraps to feast on
A Poem by Geoffrey Aitken
it fell today
the idea
that the ocean
was just a cloud
shaking out
its wrinkles
in late rain.