Part 1 Contributors


Rae Armantrout
Bart Edelman
David Garyan
Suzanne Lummis
Glenna Luschei
Bill Mohr
D. A. Powell
Amy Uyematsu
Paul Vangelisti
Charles Harper Webb
Bruce Willard
Gail Wronsky

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Elena Karina Byrne
liz gonzález
Grant Hier
Lois P. Jones
Ron Koertge
Glenna Luschei
Rooja Mohassessy
Susan Rogers
Patty Seyburn
Maw Shein Win
Kim Shuck
Lynne Thompson
Carine Topal
Cecilia Woloch

Part 3 Contributors

Michelle Bitting
Laurel Ann Bogen
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
Lucille Lang Day
Corrinne Clegg Hales
Marsha De La O
Charles Jensen
Eloise Klein Healy
Glenna Luschei
Clint Margrave
Henry Morro
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Phil Taggart
David L. Ulin
Jonathan Yungkans
Lorene Zarou-Zouzounis

Part 4 Contributors

Tony Barnstone
Willis Barnstone
Ellen Bass
Christopher Buckley
Neeli Cherkovski
Boris Dralyuk
Alicia Elkort
Mary Fitzpatrick
Michael C. Ford
Kate Gale
Frank X. Gaspar
Dana Gioia
Shotsie Gorman
S.A. Griffin
Donna Hilbert
Brenda Hillman
Glenna Luschei
Phoebe MacAdams
devorah major
Clive Matson
K. Silem Mohammad
Rusty Morrison
Harry Northup
Holly Prado Northup - In Memoriam
Cathie Sandstrom
Shelley Scott - In Memoriam
Daniel Shapiro
Mike Sonksen
Pam Ward
Sholeh Wolpe
Gary Young
Mariano Zaro

Part 5 Contributors

Millicent Borges Accardi
Kim Addonizio
Marjorie R. Becker
Jacqueline Berger
John Brandi
James Cagney
Carol Moldaw
Kosrof Chantikian
Brendan Constantine
James Cushing
Kim Dower
David Garyan
Valentina Gnup
Troy Jollimore
Judy Juanita
Paul Lieber
Rick Lupert
Glenna Luschei
Sarah Maclay
Jim Natal
Judy Pacht
Connie Post
Jeremy Radin
Luis J. Rodriguez
Gary Soto
Cole Swensen
Arthur Sze
Charles Upton
Scott Wannberg (In Memoriam)

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Californian Poets Part 1: Four Poems
Bill Mohr



The Predicament

This predicate retrieves the equidistant object of the desired-too-much and the desired-not-enough.

This predicate prefers to be proportionately self-absorbed, like the pirouette of disrobing on the flattened top of a boulder, alongside a higher, more rounded rock. In an hour, the overshadowing cavorts.

This predicate would prefer another name, something more casual, but not too intimate.

This predicate deflects the smeared continuity of arousal and its drowsy tenderness.

Why should it not be yours? All yours until you need some other predicate’s gush of delicate floating.

This predicate is working on a memoir, “How to Seduce a Naïve Gerund.”

This predicate promises to remove any obstacle between you and the lineaments of its delayed gratification.

This predicate (dis)closes the source of pleasure’s stem.

This reticent predicate hides behind the mirror of adversity, a crevice in pink stone that cannot be quarried, but must be inserted intact.

Such are the lives of this predicate, more unpredictable than the oscillation of happiness.

I knew that might make you smile, but I said it anyway.

This predicate emulsifies the yellow oval dot behind the dotted “i.”

This predicate says the subject takes itself too seriously, and hauls bottles and cardboard to a recycling center operated by delusional cartoon characters.

This predicate calls in sick and spends the day reading its best friend’s blog.

That’s harder to do than the ambidexterity of ignition’s zig-zag is willing to concede.

This predicate draws a circle around its favorite vowel and colors in the thrill.

“I prefer the names of things and places to people,” this predicate whispers to itself.

This predicate hums the melody to “The Way You Make Me Feel” about the syntax of the predicate before, the predicate to come.

The first of the many tasks remaining to be done: create dip.
Music: Trad. Piece.

Each predicate comes with its own insurance policy, underwritten by a certified expert in the mortality tables of the ephemeral.

This predicate enjoys its liabilities: integrity fascinates only in the aggregate.

Anything less is symbolic logic working on a cold case of origins.

Eight hundred trillion years ago, keeping universes far apart seemed to be no problem. Ten billion universes at a minimum, each out of the other’s visibility.

This predicate fell asleep at the control panels.

Six billion years ago, the contact between two universes – startled at the ecstasy of each other’s rims -- ejected the predicament in which this universe is only curious about the lugubrious odds of its own solitude.

The total predicate cannot be calculated, only savored:

The past perfect’s tinge of orange within violet;

The future pluperfect’s lunge of green shimmering out of an ultramarine labyrinth.

The present blackness swallowed whole.

July 28 – July 29, 2019

Turn Lane

As I drive to work, I see a woman in the left-hand turn lane begin to sob with her head in the palms of her hands. She leans against the steering wheel. The child in the back seat appears to be asleep. The traffic light is red for both of us, so I can let her grieve whatever it is that has stunned her. Her arrow turns green, though, and just as I’m about to tap my horn the briefest increment so that she is spared the impatience of drivers behind her, she glances up and raises her fist with a knife of tears.

Breaking Camp

“Watch out,” I yell, but the garage door’s paneled slats
glide up and break my sister’s hand. So much for her
being able to clean out what our mother doesn’t want
any of her six children to touch. Hand healed, she returns
to her dying husband, and doesn’t get to see the tent
my brother and I pull down from the rafters,
a half-century of dust smudging the olive canvas.
All eight of us were once small enough to coil
in it, snug in the helix of a labyrinth, each enameled
with a peculiar warp that leaves us unrecognizable
around the sullen embers of twilight’s genealogy.

Morning Wood

Her forefinger and thumb
rub and pinch his nipples
as if they were parade ground
bargaining chips. Please,
he begs, let me give suck.