BUS STOPS
—Michelle Kunert, Sacramento
Downtown Sacramento waiting for a bus in late December
Does anybody know if Yolo Bus 41 stops by here?
either on 9th and K, off the light rail
or on L and 8th, or in front of the Macy's men's store?
I want a one that's going to West Sac,
that stops by Harbor Blvd, with the new IKEA
they're having a job faire
and I wanna get there before 5PM
"Oh ma'am, believe me, you want the 42A or B"
a blind man insists
"No you'd be better catching the 40",
says a grandmother
"No maybe you really want the 42B,"
says another woman, "But I don't know it it stops here"
she adds "I just pick up my disability check on Jefferson Blvd."
Nobody who appears to be looking for work rides the city bus
and I wonder if the "crazy" people wandering the streets
including a laughing rain-soaked lady in a mini skirt
got that way trying to figure out our system of public transportation
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Thanks, Michelle!
V.S. Chochezi writes: I received my copy of the Review. I enjoyed reading it very much. Wow, you attracted a great deal of Sacramento talent and also talent from other areas! I was pleased to be included with so many poet heavy weights.
My favorite poem in the whole book was to my surprise, a form poem that Joyce Odam wrote, Kyrielle. I love that line, "these days of woe are nothing new!" Feel
free to share my comments with her.
Congratulations on a GREAT edition!
Keep up the great work :)
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Thanks, V.S.! V.S. (Sananaa) is one-half of the mother-daughter duo, Straight Out Scribes, and they will be reading at The Book Collector on April 12 to help the Snake celebrate his second birthday (the terrible twos!). Both Sananaa and her mother, Stajaabu, will be releasing littlesnake broadsides to celebrate the occasion.
Before that, though, getcher pens a'grindin' and send poems for Snake 9, due out in March. Deadline is February 15.
JUST DREAMS
—Michelle Kunert, Sacramento
Nothing different from an ordinary stream of a dream,
first I became a big coned pine tree
covered with snow while shielding a statue of a gnome
with a radio show talking about German heritage
then I turned into a rocket, then became the Statue of Liberty
standing tall toward the sky with my torch so high
because I saw a ceiling caving in
and then I awoke with the alarm clock ring.
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—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)