Placerville, CA
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy
of Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA
ST MARTIN ANGEL’S
When it was bad we took your truck and bourbon
drove north Oregon hardly speaking at all
cut the Siskyous to the Umpqua River
followed a dusty road to its end
When it was bad we took your truck and bourbon
drove north Oregon hardly speaking at all
cut the Siskyous to the Umpqua River
followed a dusty road to its end
Martin Angel’s land there a hot springs
he had told us about years ago he had said
if you’re in love go there
We stripped and stepped into the scald
of that pool as we sat buoyed
he had told us about years ago he had said
if you’re in love go there
We stripped and stepped into the scald
of that pool as we sat buoyed
in the water sweating I thought
we might have bloomed your face
ruddy as if scraped
I thought I saw the meanness of years
lift from us the way a bat rises
softly from a flower or a wound
By dusk your breath was warm with bourbon
you went to start the truck and I walked
ruddy as if scraped
I thought I saw the meanness of years
lift from us the way a bat rises
softly from a flower or a wound
By dusk your breath was warm with bourbon
you went to start the truck and I walked
a trail to the Umpqua I almost dove
but stopped I smelled rot across the water
a deer netted in the rocks the purple
dunnage of guts drifting out its side
The truck horn sounded
the legs were just enough in the water
so that the current caught its hooves causing
it to kick now and again
a deer netted in the rocks the purple
dunnage of guts drifting out its side
The truck horn sounded
the legs were just enough in the water
so that the current caught its hooves causing
it to kick now and again
a sort of peculiar palsied trot
I had to leave.
I had to leave.
(First published in Bindweed, and in Moira’s chapbook
from Rattlesnake Press, He Drank Because, 2008)
I :: PONYMOUS
It’s easy to swell with self-
It’s easy to swell with self-
Importance, the “I” in everything, if not explicit
Implied. Language
Insists on immortality
In the hammer of the line,
Its gold grammar.
I, subject only to myself, object of mine own
Inflection, cleave to the unending
Imperfect tense. O the mind is
Ignorance, careering
Improbability—toss the dice—
It’s snake eyes : crooked with ego &
Illusion, a refusal to go
Illusion, a refusal to go
Incognito
In the universe.
Ill-starred delusion,
I cannot not be.
I e=x=i=s=t
Imploded by my own petard.
Irreducible prolixity, the “I” is forever at
work, doing
Its job. Even at this moment,
It must signify,
work, doing
Its job. Even at this moment,
It must signify,
Infixing the final word, constructing/my
deconstruction/
Interred in this poem, empty pine box
wherein I lie.
deconstruction/
Interred in this poem, empty pine box
wherein I lie.
(First pub. in Medusa’s Kitchen)
SUNDAY
Eighteen-wheeler on Highway 99 rattles along
in the slow lane, stinking of shit and loaded
with lowing cattle, pink muzzles pressed
to the perforated panels. On their way
to the house of revelations where crowded
together, they smell him before they meet him.
Bellowing out hosannas, each files up the ramp
to the end of the story: God is a man
swinging a sledgehammer, apron slick with blood.
When his shift is done, another man just like him
will step up to take his place.
(First published in The Southern California Review)
to the house of revelations where crowded
together, they smell him before they meet him.
Bellowing out hosannas, each files up the ramp
to the end of the story: God is a man
swinging a sledgehammer, apron slick with blood.
When his shift is done, another man just like him
will step up to take his place.
(First published in The Southern California Review)
THE WHOLE TRUTH
“Americans . . . need to watch what they say,
watch what they do.”
—Ari Fleischer, White House Press Secretary,
Sept. 26, 2001
I say this: you will not corral me,
“Americans . . . need to watch what they say,
watch what they do.”
—Ari Fleischer, White House Press Secretary,
Sept. 26, 2001
I say this: you will not corral me,
Shear my words or dock my tongue. I
Will not cut it out. My mouth is holy.
I am the human form divine. I
Promise that my broken feet
Will trample through your dreams.
I will lick your neck, your body
Politic, keep you awake. I will
Trouble your dark sleep
As you’ve troubled mine. I do not
Fear the wild beasts for I am
Blessed. Black sheep, nightmare, wooly dis-
Invitation—I am the little lamb of God
Damn. God damn.
Invitation—I am the little lamb of God
Damn. God damn.
(First published in The Sacramento News and Review)
__________________
Today’s LittleNip:
WHAT AM 👁!?
tiny
catastrophe
of light
briefly
briefly
briefly
blinking
(First published in Gathering Rounds, Volume II)
______________________
Today we welcome El Dorado County’s new Poet Laureate, Moira Magneson, a SnakePal who published littlesnake broadside #6 for Rattlesnake Press back in the early 2000’s, and a Rattlechap, Because He Drank, in 2008. Moira is El Dorado County's fifth poet laureate, serving a two-year appointment from July 2025 through July 2027.
Over the years, Moira has worked as a river guide, artist's model, truck driver, television writer, editor, and community college writing instructor. A Northern California native, she lives in the Sierra foothills where she has spearheaded many art actions and initiatives, including El Dorado County's Poetry Out Loud Competition, Veterans' Voices, Barbaric Yawp, and Black Lives: An American Overture. In 2024, she was the resident poet for ForestSong, a community arts project exploring solastalgia, biophilia, and resilience in the face of wildfire devastation. She’s also a long-time member of the Placerville poetry group, Red Fox Underground.
Moira is the author of A River Called Home: A River Fable, an illustrated novella (illus. by Robin Center, Toad Road Press, 2024, https://www.arivercalledhome.com/about), and In the Eye of the Elephant (Sixteen River Press, 2025, https://shop.sixteenrivers.org/products/in-the-eye-of-the-elephant), her first full-length collection of poems. People can purchase her books at Sixteenrivers.org or Toad River Press, or they can buy them locally at The Bookery on Main Street in Placerville. And Moira will be reading in Modesto at Second Tuesday Poetry on Sept. 9. Cogratulations, Moira, on all this excitement in your life of late!
______________________
—Medusa
briefly
briefly
briefly
blinking
(First published in Gathering Rounds, Volume II)
______________________
Today we welcome El Dorado County’s new Poet Laureate, Moira Magneson, a SnakePal who published littlesnake broadside #6 for Rattlesnake Press back in the early 2000’s, and a Rattlechap, Because He Drank, in 2008. Moira is El Dorado County's fifth poet laureate, serving a two-year appointment from July 2025 through July 2027.
Over the years, Moira has worked as a river guide, artist's model, truck driver, television writer, editor, and community college writing instructor. A Northern California native, she lives in the Sierra foothills where she has spearheaded many art actions and initiatives, including El Dorado County's Poetry Out Loud Competition, Veterans' Voices, Barbaric Yawp, and Black Lives: An American Overture. In 2024, she was the resident poet for ForestSong, a community arts project exploring solastalgia, biophilia, and resilience in the face of wildfire devastation. She’s also a long-time member of the Placerville poetry group, Red Fox Underground.
Moira is the author of A River Called Home: A River Fable, an illustrated novella (illus. by Robin Center, Toad Road Press, 2024, https://www.arivercalledhome.com/about), and In the Eye of the Elephant (Sixteen River Press, 2025, https://shop.sixteenrivers.org/products/in-the-eye-of-the-elephant), her first full-length collection of poems. People can purchase her books at Sixteenrivers.org or Toad River Press, or they can buy them locally at The Bookery on Main Street in Placerville. And Moira will be reading in Modesto at Second Tuesday Poetry on Sept. 9. Cogratulations, Moira, on all this excitement in your life of late!
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—Medusa
A reminder that
Poets and Writers
of El Dorado will hold a
workshop with Lara Gularte in
El Dorado Hills today, 5:30pm;
and today is the deadline for
Sacramento Poetry Center's
next issue of Tule Review.
For info about these and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
For info about these and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!