Monthly Archives: July 2013

Concentration by Vilaska Nguyen

     We park at a rest area near Modesto and stretch our bodies across a stiff mattress situated beneath the pickup truck’s canopy.  My father removes his shoes.  I do the same.  His sigh echoes the exhaust of a semi-truck … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: THE BAAL SHEM TOV

TWO SOULS By the Baal Shem Tov From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven. And when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together, and … Continue reading

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Three Poems by Karen Carissimo

Quarantine Kahului, Maui, 1900 At the edge of an island, shore shave to bedrock, bulwarked by tide, sweat clouded our eyes, our bodies disguised in the markings of plague. Gauze of darkened fog uncurled a taste of sweet rot from … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LET’S GET LUCKY!

MANUELA In the bleak hours of an afternoon in Spain, I sprung free from my grandpa’s kitchen, the smells of peppermints and pears, and headed to town for an afternoon of people watching. The streets were hand-cut paper forests, flush … Continue reading

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Constitutionality of Recent SCOTUS Decisions — DOMA and Voting Rights

Constitutionality of Recent SCOTUS Decisions — DOMA and Voting Rights by Matthew Nelson The Supreme Court has been getting a lot of attention lately. With the deluge of end-of-term decisions over, it seems everyone is taking turns surveying the damage. But … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: AMANDA AUCHTER

THE PINK CHANEL SUIT By Amanda Auchter                                                  She said           don’t wash it, when asked                    if she wanted to change, to take off                                                  the wool skirt, the blue                    lined jacket. I want them to see,           she said. Kid gloves, a blood … Continue reading

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I Dreamt I Was an Alligator

I Dreamt I Was an Alligator by Jessica Dawson all teeth and hot, wet breath stomping about on my new-found squatness. My body was torpid, outward elbows moving skyscrapers, that scene in a nightmare where the director Slows. Everything. Down. … Continue reading

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