—Photo by David Iribarne
LOVE'S FUNERAL
—David Iribarne, Sacramento
Make sure I don’t fall
I enter the water
awakening
Bleeding for nothing
just because you breathe
is why I breathe
never free enough to find you
have you
I used to dance
when you were around
you taught me to dance
you guided me.
Now I have become numb
no will to swim
no will to tread against the waves
current has seized me
like you once captured me five years ago.
At that time, I was overcome
with your grace, your beauty.
Your eyes captivated me
your black luscious hair
even when unkept lassoed me
kept me tangled up
lavender smell of your perfume
drew me close
and your long legs
intertwined my body
luring me in.
Five years ago you were my destiny
now my body is ice cold
feelings frozen
love has met its demise.
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BUTTERFLY
(After a photo by David Iribarne)
(After a photo by David Iribarne)
—Ann Wehrman, Sacramento
white, succulent wings
like the thinnest of aloe leaves tremble
butterfly drinks dew, nectar
from the heart of gold and fuchsia bells nestled
in leaves shadowed to evergreen
sun’s merciless path
throwing her sip of manna into highest relief
bright contrast to the deep, cool
support of green, dark leaves
promising cool shade, deep breath, silence
white, succulent wings
like the thinnest of aloe leaves tremble
butterfly drinks dew, nectar
from the heart of gold and fuchsia bells nestled
in leaves shadowed to evergreen
sun’s merciless path
throwing her sip of manna into highest relief
bright contrast to the deep, cool
support of green, dark leaves
promising cool shade, deep breath, silence
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ANNA'S NIGHT SHADE
(for Anna Akhmatova, b. June 23, 1888)
(for Anna Akhmatova, b. June 23, 1888)
—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA
A glass of tea
seen through a mirror
in the middle of night
on a June 23rd birthday
because it is never late
to be warm and still
in a dark hour
when requiem's
slow recognition
burns in liquid tapers
by two candles
concealing us
in the midst of shadows
on the timeless mantle
by once wintry blinds
moving in the wind
and language is still
unwritten in word
dioramas and dreams
where stars
from evening frost
like winter's snow flakes
along the Volga
mask from the sky
dusting over our fingers
in an open window
by a bird's voice
smothering quiet
along the moonlight
changed hallways
your eyes shut
in a motionless hand
on the piano.
A glass of tea
seen through a mirror
in the middle of night
on a June 23rd birthday
because it is never late
to be warm and still
in a dark hour
when requiem's
slow recognition
burns in liquid tapers
by two candles
concealing us
in the midst of shadows
on the timeless mantle
by once wintry blinds
moving in the wind
and language is still
unwritten in word
dioramas and dreams
where stars
from evening frost
like winter's snow flakes
along the Volga
mask from the sky
dusting over our fingers
in an open window
by a bird's voice
smothering quiet
along the moonlight
changed hallways
your eyes shut
in a motionless hand
on the piano.
Calif. Museum of History, Sacramento
—Photo by Michelle Kunert
People go to the movies to see superheroes
but for me now
"Superman" is a Mexican immigrant on a bicycle
who helped me rescue a female boxer and pit-bull mix dog
when no one else on Lemon Hill and Stockton Blvd. would help
he chased after her into traffic
as she dodged cars going two directions and nearly got hit
her breasts swollen and milky
probably escaped trying to find some either lost or sold puppies
he took off his own belt and looped it through her collar
Like me he too risked getting bit
because she was unlicensed as well as not spayed
Whoever had her before probably didn't deserve her anyway
I only had a few dollars for groceries to reward "Superman"
even though he expected nothing in return
—Michelle Kunert, Sacramento
but for me now
"Superman" is a Mexican immigrant on a bicycle
who helped me rescue a female boxer and pit-bull mix dog
when no one else on Lemon Hill and Stockton Blvd. would help
he chased after her into traffic
as she dodged cars going two directions and nearly got hit
her breasts swollen and milky
probably escaped trying to find some either lost or sold puppies
he took off his own belt and looped it through her collar
Like me he too risked getting bit
because she was unlicensed as well as not spayed
Whoever had her before probably didn't deserve her anyway
I only had a few dollars for groceries to reward "Superman"
even though he expected nothing in return
—Michelle Kunert, Sacramento
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I guess I'm one hairy bear
being how my leg hair so defiantly grows
being how my leg hair so defiantly grows
I use an electric depilitator
it's supposed to yank out hair from the roots
yet within a week I get stubble again
I wish the hair on my head grew as well
thinning head hair runs in my family
it's supposed to yank out hair from the roots
yet within a week I get stubble again
I wish the hair on my head grew as well
thinning head hair runs in my family
—Michelle Kunert
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Today's LittleNip(s):
if I knew what I was doing
i wouldn’t be doing this
*****
death
is so final
no do-overs
*****
when it comes to bad
writing
i’m all over it
i wouldn’t be doing this
*****
death
is so final
no do-overs
*****
when it comes to bad
writing
i’m all over it
—charles mariano, sacramento
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—Medusa
Poets James Moose, Betsy Powell, Shawn Pittard
at Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento
—Photo by Katy Brown
