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    “One Word” by Martina Robles Gallegos   One or two words are enough to express feelings burrowed deeply in one’s own soul. When our eyes first see the horror, our hands want to destroy the ugly remnants of something that was once warm and loving. Now only four skeleton of walls remain standing […]

What Am I?

What Am I?

What Am I? by Anne Volmeran   I am from the future and since it is nothing more than a big mystery, I can dream about it as often as I like. I am from the past, constantly evaluating my mistakes in order to correct them and become a better person. I am from the […]

Scribblings: Week 39 – Welcome to Boot Camp

Scribblings: Week 39 – Welcome to Boot Camp

Considering that I have been likened to an Obsessive on Uppers, my rather intense relationship with my Fitbit surprises no one. Yet for all ‘the Fitbitch’ has cracked her whip at me this past week, I have managed only about 20 to 50 steps a day, depending on bathroom runs. A bus outside my hotel […]

In the Days of Early Polyester

In the Days of Early Polyester

  “in the days of early polyester” by Celeste Gainey   you don’t know yet you are flammable; jars of Miracle Whip, tubs of Polly-O in the fridge. Your moral imperative on ice, the vertical blinds rattling shut, sleek sofa of solid kerosene resisting your body’s impression. You keep saying, Cotton, cotton, the touch, the […]

To Rosalee

To Rosalee

To Rosalee * by Carl Stilwell   Where We walk inside roaring comets Stepping on broken stars When Everyone tells you that they are dead And you didn’t even know it Before I bury 7 endangered poet’s books Under my plum tree After Seeing you at The special All About You Day For this year’s […]

One Day When I Was Eleven

One Day When I Was Eleven

One Day When I Was Eleven by John Karg I took from dad’s grave half a bucket of just turned earth next to church for holy water then went home made blessed mud and darkened the outside of the dining room window. From sent flowers I chose a handful of white carnations then scarring wrist […]

Storm & Lakeside

Storm & Lakeside

Storm Mother Nature in pain. Throws new red shiny stiletto heels across the sky. Smacks Santa Ana’s face: Eyes blacken, mouth swells, sneezes, coughs. Santa Ana up chucks fast-moving frosty wind. Howl loud and long. Cause sleepless nights. Uprooted age old trees drop like matchsticks. Electric lines snap spin spread darkness. Red-eyed candle light welcome […]

Gardening Shears

Gardening Shears

“Gardening Shears” by Amy Uyematsu   Anyone who truly knows Southern California understands the longheld secret about “my Japanese gardener”— the handiwork of issei and nisei gardeners still showcased from the tract homes of West Los Angeles to the manicured pines and cypress trees of wealthy Hancock Park estates. This wasn’t true before the war, […]

Air Raid

Air Raid

               Why did you bring me here?                     Why did you bring me here? child screams cries ramp up                        tears avalanche wraps body around mom pulls away from nurse   Why you stick me? answer on hold try to explain vaccination to a four year old.     Copyright © “Air […]

Welcome to Pasadena, Where Everything Is Perfect

Welcome to Pasadena, Where Everything Is Perfect

I live in Dallas now, but until October 15, 2014, and for thirty-two years before that, I lived in Pasadena. To confess that I miss Pasadena is such an understatement that I may as well not even enter the confessional. It is like saying “I like dessert” when the reality is that I would live […]

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