Water from the Devil
—Photo by Robert Lee Haycock
behind locked doors
—Robert Lee Haycock, Antioch
Dalmatic
Chasuble
Cope
Maniple
Stole
Burse
Lace and lace and lace and lace
Sampler
Parasol
Paisley shawl
Bloomers
Stockings
Kerchief
Quilt
Rugs Navajo and Persian
Kilim
Ikat
Dior
Balenciaga
Saint Laurent
Sarong
Sari
Wig of human hair stolen from a Peruvian mummy
Cache-sexe
Sunbonnet
Cloche
Beret
Fez
Nijinski's slippers
Isadora's scarves
Pavlova's feathers from Swan Lake
Burqa
Quipu
Peplos
Cuirass
Woad
Indigo
Gold lamé
Ptarmigan cloak full of arsenic
Mola
Tapa
Kimono
Band cloth
Cut velvet
Torah bag
Kilt
Shoes for bound Chinese feet
Reticule
Hoop skirt
Painted fan
Breeches
Doublet
Morning coat
Saddle bag and tent surround
I have the key
I get to see
What never will be
Shown the light of day
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BEHOLDEN
—Robert Lee Haycock
I held a Rembrandt and a Gainsborough today
But I beheld sights far lovelier
Diana fast asleep in the dark before sunup and
Moon at first quarter in the dusk after sundown
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REMEMBERING JACK
I held a Rembrandt and a Gainsborough today
But I beheld sights far lovelier
Diana fast asleep in the dark before sunup and
Moon at first quarter in the dusk after sundown
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REMEMBERING JACK
—Robert Lee Haycock
Fog meandering eastward across Browns Island
Remembers Jack the erstwhile oyster thief
While it dallies over the Antioch waterfront
Fingering its way upstream toward Big Break
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Fog meandering eastward across Browns Island
Remembers Jack the erstwhile oyster thief
While it dallies over the Antioch waterfront
Fingering its way upstream toward Big Break
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IN MY CHURCH
—Robert Lee Haycock
In my church the priests sing
These blackbirds red-winged
Swinging censers
Of sunburned leaf
Eucalypt
Telegraph weed
Coyote brush
Blackberry
Bulrush
Cattail
In my church the sun lights
These candles wave-born
Swinging waters
Of granite sprung
Chowchilla
Tuolomne
Mokelumne
Cosumnes
Yuba
McCloud
—Robert Lee Haycock
In my church the priests sing
These blackbirds red-winged
Swinging censers
Of sunburned leaf
Eucalypt
Telegraph weed
Coyote brush
Blackberry
Bulrush
Cattail
In my church the sun lights
These candles wave-born
Swinging waters
Of granite sprung
Chowchilla
Tuolomne
Mokelumne
Cosumnes
Yuba
McCloud
A Stroll in the Park
—Robert Lee Haycock
CARROT & PUP
—Taylor Graham, Placerville
—Taylor Graham, Placerville
Here's Earth's bounty, bundled in twenty-five pound
bags for juicing. Much more than enough for me.
The bag sits open—and what's that crunching sound?
Loki's grabbed one, dashed off brandishing with glee,
and lies now, tentatively munching the sweet
raw-crisp gold. As if it could be dug up free
for the taking. Bones and sticks, and this new treat.
To a dog, it still smells of the good tilled ground
it came from. Tip to crown it says: Take and eat.
Try to get it back? She'd run around and round
to keep possession of this old root she's found.
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AMPAS
—Caschwa, Sacramento
I used to live near
Beverly Hills and
drove past the
AMPAS HQ
on Wilshire
one couldn't help
but notice that
things were
different in
BH
entering north on
Robertson Blvd.
block numbers
were shifted
drastically
the even and odd
sides of the
street were
switched
over
now I better understand
the orientation of
AMPAS voters
and why we
don't see
them
—Caschwa, Sacramento
I used to live near
Beverly Hills and
drove past the
AMPAS HQ
on Wilshire
one couldn't help
but notice that
things were
different in
BH
entering north on
Robertson Blvd.
block numbers
were shifted
drastically
the even and odd
sides of the
street were
switched
over
now I better understand
the orientation of
AMPAS voters
and why we
don't see
them
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We like to think our possessions
are meaningful,
necessary—
but after the will has been read,
after the garage and estate sales are over,
the things that remain—
yearbooks, old check registers, bottles of stale cologne,
greeting cards, knick-knacks, half-melted candles,
used brushes, stained cookie sheets—
after everything has been picked over
by family, strangers, and scavengers,
they will still be here,
the feathers and bones of our lives,
the indigestible bits and pieces
that nobody wants,
the vast array of clutter
we can’t bring ourselves to toss out
until our absence makes it easy
after the garage and estate sales are over,
the things that remain—
yearbooks, old check registers, bottles of stale cologne,
greeting cards, knick-knacks, half-melted candles,
used brushes, stained cookie sheets—
after everything has been picked over
by family, strangers, and scavengers,
they will still be here,
the feathers and bones of our lives,
the indigestible bits and pieces
that nobody wants,
the vast array of clutter
we can’t bring ourselves to toss out
until our absence makes it easy
—Nancy Haskett, Modesto
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ADOLESCENCE
—Nancy Haskett
In my imagination,
I was popular
instead of just a good student;
Ross Riddle was my boyfriend,
his St. Christopher medal
around my neck;
I knew all the Beatles
personally,
inspired some of their songs
with my long hair, short skirts
and flawless skin
like the English girls
in “A Hard Day’s Night,”
who knew nothing
of DeMille Junior High
in Long Beach, California,
knew nothing about being
just an ordinary
short-haired
honor student
listening to record albums,
daydreaming
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In my imagination,
I was popular
instead of just a good student;
Ross Riddle was my boyfriend,
his St. Christopher medal
around my neck;
I knew all the Beatles
personally,
inspired some of their songs
with my long hair, short skirts
and flawless skin
like the English girls
in “A Hard Day’s Night,”
who knew nothing
of DeMille Junior High
in Long Beach, California,
knew nothing about being
just an ordinary
short-haired
honor student
listening to record albums,
daydreaming
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Today's LittleNip:
MASTERPIECE
—Caschwa
A simple blank
white piece of paper
no title, no author name
no text
no offensive material
no typos, no falsities
no copyright infringements
submitted timely with SASE
the editor blue-penciled it
covering almost the entire page
with one big blue question mark
the unedited version was better
—Caschwa
A simple blank
white piece of paper
no title, no author name
no text
no offensive material
no typos, no falsities
no copyright infringements
submitted timely with SASE
the editor blue-penciled it
covering almost the entire page
with one big blue question mark
the unedited version was better
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—Medusa, who is delighted to see that March has come in like a lamb...!
Time and Relative Dimensions in Space
—Robert Lee Haycock
