Sandy Thomas
—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis
—Sandy Thomas, Sacramento
If you happen to be playing
with the Poet’s Deck
you might draw the 9 of Hearts
she’s an Outlaw Poet
has committed
Small Crimes
but still wears
Sunscreen in the Fog
prefers Blue Fish to live plants
tagged with the moniker
“Meat” poet
convinced that
Routines Will Kill You
so it’s best to
live On the Edge
to build your own fire
even if something
is Biting Through [Your] Spine
with its tiny teeth
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Thanks, Sandy, for today's poems! Sandy Thomas is a third-generation poet and San Francisco native. Her work has been published by Poems-For-All, Rattlesnake Press, and has appeared in WTF, on Medusa’s Kitchen, and most recently in Ophidian 1. Her chapbooks are These Stones (2009) and The Matchbook Girl (2011), published by Two Trees Indie Press.
And thanks to Carl Schwartz for Today's LittleNip!
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MATRIX
—Sandy Thomas
she smiles and asks
will you read
in honor of women’s
history month
patiently waiting
in a conscious calm
she says you can
think about it
she laughs
but I’ve already
decided for you
the Matrix
on the first
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3 JACKS
—Sandy Thomas
the sea wolf
the boxer
the dharma bum
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GOLD IN THE SKY
—Sandy Thomas
On 49, the amber moon rising.
There is gold in the sky.
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NOIR MOON
—Sandy Thomas
Dark moon, no moon
Black veil covers night.
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OCEANS
—Sandy Thomas
I am
the sea below
the sky above
a body of water
in between
the streams surface
in my soul and
the river’s rhythm
runs through my heart
leaving the waterfalls
in my dreams
to remind me
of who I am
a body of water
within
(previously published in WTF #2, Spring 2009)
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SPIRIT
—Sandy Thomas
she wears
red corduroys
and red lipstick
her dreads
complement
her demeanor
she dances
with destiny
invites
you in
to a world
of sensuality
and exploration
of senses
she tastes
the texture
of thoughts
and reveals
her soul
with song.
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THE FINAL PITCH
—Sandy Thomas
Score 3-1
2 outs
bottom of the ninth
3 balls, 2 strikes
closer 38
pitches 90 mph
it's down the middle
a storm
orange and black
roar in
the stadium
Giants win
World Series
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VIRTUAL
—Sandy Thomas
she reaches out to me
touches me with her voice
I can hear the rain
I extend a warm embrace
she replies I felt that
thank you
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Today's LittleNip:
I DON’T READ POETRY
any more than I listen to golf balls
rolling slowly.
No, instead of reading the words
I look at the brilliantly colored pictures that they paint,
and I dance to the visceral rhythms they embody
and I laugh and cry and feel the poems.
But I don’t read them.
—Carl Bernard Schwartz, Sacramento
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—Medusa
Martha Ann Blackman, Allegra Silberstein, Joyce Odam,
Trina Drotar, Annie Menebroker, Sandy Thomas
—Photo by Katy Brown
