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MY FATHER
by John McKernan A trout stream rises in a cloud Under the silence in his voice New moons make me shiver Before they become fish hooks Sharp knives Fish scales in rainbow light Memory’s x-ray turns A fragment of my handwriting Into an old dinner menu My father is talking to my brother In one of those 1950's 8 mm tapes Pointing at the white water Reeling in a large fish Cooking it for dinner In a skillet over a camp fire You have caught me forever I would never swim against your current |
RUSSIAN RIVER by Myles Boisen |
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ALONG THE DOCK
by B.Z. Niditch I have lost our reciprocal letters of my childhood friend when he suddenly passed out of my life outside the sea home now harboring pebbles to throw back in the ocean's wave when we built the orange kayak reflecting as the sun gleams on a torn blue envelope. |
END OF THE LINE by Brenda Yamen |
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THE WORLD WAS WASTED ON ME
by John McKernan Flowers Music Paintings Poems and Human Kindness As a teenager A Walking Gonad In the words of one perceptive teacher The full moon A burnt out headlight A mockingbird melody The last click from a dead car battery Especially rose petals & lilac blooms Pear blossoms & lilies of the valley Under a carpet of Cheetos and iced tequila To lay me down to sleep at noon After a breakfast of vodka & orange juice |
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