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Boxes by Linda Dove

Boxes by Linda Dove

A minnow found in the stomach of a pickerel had a pickerel in its stomach that had in its stomach a minnow. —John McPhee We think we’re off the hook— contained in containers of multitudes. When the goldfish dies, we dissect the pet-store tank for its match. No one worries like we do. We keepsake [...]

Waking

Waking

              WAKING Of morning light on your hands, two paper lanterns on the mahogany nightstand and last night’s shadows rescinding into the room’s crevices. Of our befores, and how years spiraled into years. Of seconds now, of seconds (and the silent gap between seconds), of seconds resonating from now’s [...]

There Is No Echo

There Is No Echo

The doctor tells me I have a small heart yet it is strong, does not skip, no reverbration when its doors close. He holds the strip of paper in his palms while the nurse removes conductors, each making a small suckling sound as it pulls away from my skin. I joke that my heart is [...]

“Snapshot”

“Snapshot”

Memories cherished polaroid pictures witness good old days family barbecue khaki shorts colorful halters strappy sandals sunlight glare glasses shade eyes ice cold drinks comfort niceness floats wrapped in pink chiffon dusk drop polite questions unhinge answers babies born dash of death couples recoupled kids off to work college jail mother father hood rain of [...]

Car Wash in Echo Park

Car Wash in Echo Park

Just me, the kid, and random vatos hosing down our precious autos. A carvac hiccups, coughs and whines. With hard work, fenders almost shine. A single boom box emits notes, and from our unsuspecting throats the dark blue of a song we know rises like a u.f.o. We belt it out. Then almost blush, lean [...]

The Black Pickup by Rachel M. Harper

The Black Pickup by Rachel M. Harper

The Black Pickup By Rachel M. Harper Holding onto the clear plastic handle, Kyle hung from the shopping cart with his knees bent. He knew that he was too old to be playing on the cart, but it was fun to sway back and forth and try not to touch the ground. He ignored the [...]

By Dex Ragatz

By Dex Ragatz

“Thank you” to South Pasadena resident Dex Ragatz for allowing us to publish a few of his pieces…             Growing dense in this deep valley whence we will depart, a sweeping ocean of tall fragrant sage breaks erratically along the rolling edge of the rising slope. Skittish lizards, alarmed as we move [...]

Coming Home by Gale Cohen

Coming Home by Gale Cohen

Coming Home: November 4, 2008 (Written November 8, 2008) By Gale Cohen The TV screen was very small and encased in a furniture cabinet. The news segment showed a crowd of African Americans in their Sunday best church clothes. Men were holding their hats, clutching the hands of their children and wives, arm and arm [...]

“Imaginary Surfing at Big Sur” by Larry Wilson

“Imaginary Surfing at Big Sur” by Larry Wilson

Imaginary Surfing at Big Sur for Michael Murphy at 80 By Larry Wilson   This is the real world Same as that old world You imagine you live in More realistically The cliffs with their real Esalen hot sulfur water bursting Out where they did the books On an abacus Doesn’t make the books less [...]

Ron Koertge: “The Fund Raiser”

Ron Koertge: “The Fund Raiser”

This gala, there seemed to be one every few months, was for Cleft Palates in Peru. Tickets to toss a bean bag, throw darts at balloons or whack a mole were ten dollars. But, after a fifty dollar admission, drinks were free. Everybody had heard about the Kissing Booths, but they were surprised to see [...]

Maude Woods - Opening October 22nd in Pasadena

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