—Anonymous Illustration
TROUBLE
—D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA
I am only imagining that wart hog.
No one was on the streets. Lights
Were sparkling like memories.
There were particular songs for the hours
While things were being collected
To allow night to have a dominion.
I could hear a deep sobbing borne
On the back of whatever wind wanted to display
Itself for us. This would lead to a troubled
Collection of those hours while we waited
For the stars to begin reminding the night
That there was no place else to go.
I broke a bottle of the special water
Over the edge of the doorway as required.
Don’t attempt to get more information
From places like this poem.
You will only end in trouble.
Pussy Willow
—Anonymous Illustration
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Our thanks to D.R. Wagner for today’s fine poem and pix!
Head out early this morning and get to Sac. Poetry Center by 10am to hear TJ (Brother Hypnotic) plus open mic at Writers on the Air. Then this afternoon, drive up to Placerville Sr. Center for Poetic License at 2pm. (Leave early for that one; the Apple Hill traffic is pretty heavy this time of year.) Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about these and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.
—Medusa
—Anonymous Illustration
Celebrate poetry!—And celebrate yesterday's birth of D.R.’s
new grandchild, Von
Liam Morlock, son of D.R.’s daughter
Annalesa Morlock and her husband, Nick
Morlock.
Welcome to this world of poetry, Von Liam!
Welcome to this world of poetry, Von Liam!
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