Pending Approval for Suicide Barriers on the Golden Gate Bridge, Questions for the San Francisco Board of Supervisors Chairman, can you update us on fog? Chairman, how many nets can…
Jubilate Patro – Brian Spears *** Author’s note: I wrote this poem about five years ago when my relationship with my father was strained. My father died earlier this year,…
City of Eternal Spring My mind rises up as the silos of interchanges, streams, passages of myself in floating layers so nothing can connect, and I dream emptiness on ships…
from Bombyonder Without an imaginary world, without a proper backpack, without my little pink orb, without an old tablet’s commandments, without a hair dryer, empty hands, empty birdcage obscured by…
Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine is the name of the movie she wants to see, the first the daughter of a famous director whose plots to her always seemed designed…
Everything Twice Pinkened quince with potatoes, cold for breakfast. Stones by the door I’ve pocketed the last year. Too bright today to see the road. One blue for the sky,…
Rogue Benediction And we entered the Valley of the Rogue. And we slowed to a crawl. The night’s envelope sealed us in. After several hours, cars deep on the interstate,…
After Aftermath Orphaned boys plus my mean calculations. Orphan boys plus desire equals their long bodies. How they sucked summer-long water off a garden hose from beside the trailers. Their…
Embers of Smoldering Homes It is a major war from a manufacturing plant near Ciudad Juárez, a concrete dust smell from the maquiladoras cools. There is a pool of liquid…