Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Don Kingfisher Campbell

TUMESCENT

Pine
Tree
Out
My
Window

Spiraling
Up
Like
A
Soaring
Rocket's
Plume

You
Inspire
Me
To
Be

As
Tall
And
Erect
And
Long
Lived

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Helen Graziano

HONOKEANA COVE REVISITED

PROLOGUE

My wedding ring slipped--
between mollusks and puka shells
between the rocks and hardened lava-—
Lodging in lovely waters near a crab

HONOKEANA COVE

Manta rays have nipples
They were mermaids the natives said
Madame Pele rules--
Curses for removing bits of paradise
Better to remove your inhibitions

At sunset we emerged like butterflies
Cooing and clustering--Holding drinks
in coconut shells--
we snorkelled swam skin dived-—cutting treasures
from sacred waters)

With a knife
I sliced a piece of coral
A prized protusion—-cerebral coral
Man is the intrusion midst
golden Tang, the scorpion fish, the elegant eel

(sunlight spilling)
All afternoon we lingered
In a disheveled bed of coral sheets
diet succulent and succinct
Oysters anemones, upper crust-aceans

Speared the spirit that afternoon--the elegant eel
Put on a chopping board and sliced
Itsy bitsy pieces
Savored like success
Saucy salt smell of the sea
Delicious fated delicacy

Lashed to the magic isle like a limpet to a rock
My wedding ring forever lost with a slice of knife
Coral replaced my marital bliss-—
a treasured pleasure in Paradise

Friday, July 16, 2010

Eric Lawson

CELL PHONE ANXIETY

The world as I know it is ending
My only cell phone is dying
Vital new texts will be missed
Urgent calls will go unanswered
What if I get mugged in an alley?
How will I get someone to help?

The world as I know it is ending
My only cell phone is dying
I'll miss the latest juicy gossip
I'll miss the killer party invites
What if I won the state lottery?
How will I ever be contacted?
The world as I know it is ending

My only cell phone is dying
I won't be connected anymore
I won't be current with trends
What will I do to fill my days?
Is that what a tree looks like?

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Poet-broker (AKA Ed Rosenthal)

BROKERS OF THE DOWNTURN FOR TAKE MY PICTURE GALLERY

Men in grey slacks sit in silent offices
in a trance they lift and lower phones
and watch the white moon shine like ice
above the jade glass tower before them

The blue cobalt stem of his favorite flower
grows on a desk with green bronze leaves
and winds in vines of dead copper wire
flowers in lead stamens of the brass bulb

His partners sit in silent partioned cubes
in a trance they lift and lower phones
and watch the moon shine onto the glass
face of the giant jade tower before them

The white faced moon pulls him out
upon the board of a purple gang banger
who rides the roof rails down a drain pipe
onto the slope of Bunker Hill to Sixth

Under the arc light of Sixth Street Bridge
cactus suits with cactus blossom lapels
mustaches of dried sage and burrs for eyes
come in front from high canyons with guitars

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Helen Graziano

BY MORRO BAY


I

Walking you see
Everything
All things bright and beautiful
I saunter, jog, stroll, surge
Head up, shoulders back
When I walk I whisper
Then jog a pace
Watch each bird and beachcomber
Working at serenity
Perch on every lonely bench


II

Along the bay, stiff breezes
Skein the horizon
The boats beckon
Names awaken me (Monikers astound)
Salmon stalker, Tuscan, Sea Dove
Docked in dark bay water
Could I be a stowaway
With seawater swimming in my eyes


III

Old Woman squats,
In a muddy marsh on her bum
In jeans and plaid shirt, lavender shoes
Sprawled by a clean-up bag
I’m weeding - she said
As I peered closer
How much do they pay you?
Don’t be silly, she replied
Her fingers occupied
With assiduously plucking
At each reed
Twas Beach front karma, I thought
An environmental angel
With halo
By Thoreau

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Michelle Angelini

INFINITE DANCE

waves embrace the coast
they are an infinite surging and revisiting dance
like thoughts flowing through two minds
across the ocean-cleansed horizon

a hushed gull sits placidly in a man’s
musing presence neither approaching nor fearing
one whose kind compromises environmental balance
in his game of progress ignorant of consequences
beyond the horizon

bird can see from heights
where man cannot soar without help
the view from the wharf is limited
and as they share this momentary companionship

silhouetted against sundown the less intelligent
species doesn’t care about advancement
only finding the next fish to ease its hunger

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Scott C. Kaestner

TREES

at lunch
staring
at trees

epiphany then
realizing
they’re alive

i mean i
knew that
but now
i’m feeling it

tall trunks
soaring
into blue sky

green leaves
whispering
in cool breeze

living things
hydrating
nutrient
seeking
beings
just
like
me

millions will
pass them by
not realizing
not feeling
this

but i do
i salute
their existence

and i too
have
strong roots

and i too
rejoice
on sunny days

and i too
strive
for the heavens

and i too
am
still here

Friday, January 8, 2010

Maja Trochimczyk

THANKSGIVING FOR BASIA

In memoriam for Barbara Koziel Gawronski
(December 8, 1947- November 23, 2009)


The collage she gave me
still waits to be signed – three stripes

of Polish fields, ready for harvest,
receding into distance,
a round mirror reflecting the past.

We shared the abundance of fruit
under the mellow sun
of All Saints’ Day in a Buddhist orchard.

I’ll keep her smile in the taste
of the peach, beneath the velvet skin,
dripping with juice of overripe sweetness.

She had no right to bail out
after two weeks of playing phone tag,
cancelling concerts, outings.

“Oh, you're not home,
I’ll call you later,” she said on Sunday,
her white hair a moonlit cloud.

Thank you, God, for the icy light
of the half-moon cutting the sky
with its sharp rays the night Basia died.

Thank you for the most amazing
clarity of mountain air after rain.