How cumbersome the camera was, the tripod too and box of plates. The fuss to get the light just so, to make the whole thing straight and true was almost more than they could stand. Important too that everyone be still, not thrash or mill about. Regardless, trees moved in the wind and water flowed […]
Poetry Corner: “Benicia” by Frances Jackson-Patrick
Saline waters of the Bay recede when Benicia sends her tides to sea with mountain water in their sweetened waves to bless the iron ships that pass. Benicia dips her flowered hair to scent the breeze that wafts our wetland birds between the fingers of her hands, back to their huddled nests again. She walks […]
Poetry Corner: “Two Views in Time” by Bud Light
As the clock reaches round On the mind, fog is wound Increasingly, the pressures pound Neither concepts nor solutions found. As my time slips into night Against the clock, with all my might An unfair match in any right, alas The winner’s known before the fight. I found myself a quiet place And talked with […]
Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”: A Fish in a Bowl
I am a fish and I live in a bowl And to one day escape is my ultimate goal I am owned by a man who stands up six feet tall Who I watch through my bowl which he bought at the mall He often ignores me as hour by hour I plot and I […]
Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”: LUCCA 439 1st Street, Benicia, CA
Shrimp and oysters on my plate My supper was to be their fate They are gone but not forgot Cooked on a grill not in a pot Benicia, Cal. On E and 1st Go fill your bellies, quench your thirst Young and old and canine too Don’t sit home and sing the blues Music playing […]
Phil Robertson: 25 Hours to Home
Up early, breakfast and out A plane to catch without a doubt Bags overflowing, filled to the hilt Rush to the airport without being kilt Long lines aplenty, people galore My 50-pound bag, carry-on and more Security check one, security check two What in the heck do they think I’ll do? Barcelona to Munich and […]
Frances Jackson-Patrick: Benicia, The Mounds
My home was a ranchland three feet down Vaqueros rode Horse whisperers these through ranch and town their tracks forever carved in ground like artifacts in native mounds My home was a ranchland close to the sea that rose from the shore to the knotted roots of magnolia trees just a pebble’s throw from my […]
Peter Bray: Survival Squirrel…
Not yet 8 a.m. and I’ve already e-mailed crisis help to a friend in Hawaii in need of meditation and a case manager, told a phone caller, “No, I don’t do ceiling leaks,” and another e-mail to a customer, “Yes, I can install your Video Doorbell, I did one in Benicia two weeks ago. I’ll […]