Haiku About Morning

These haiku were written by our readers on 9/13/17. Visit our Facebook page each Wednesday and write haiku with us! https://www.facebook.com/lightcapfarm/ I wake to darkness The cool sweet breeze on my skin Blessed birth of Fall   --Sandy Jean Borden ##  ...

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Haiku About Wildfire

These haiku were written by our readers on 9/6/17. Visit our Facebook page each Wednesday and write haiku with us! https://www.facebook.com/lightcapfarm/   ##   The wildfire I see Coming for you and for me Fascists in D.C. --from Stephanie Hayes   ##...

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Morrison’s Maze

Some years ago a friend asked me if I thought Beloved was Toni Morrison’s best book. I answered that it was one of the best books, period. To me it’s right up there with Steppenwolf, To Kill a Mockingbird, Wuthering Heights, Pride & Prejudice. It’s a book that has...

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Doppleganger

I lived in a valley. I live in a valley. The sun sets on one side and rises terrifying On the other The mirror shimmers that shaky reflection Back to me Trembling in the predictable gusts of wind On the surface of the stream   She stares with hollow, black eyes...

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The Second Fool

Death Dialogues #4 Second Fool: “Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?” First Fool: “…a gravemaker: the houses that he makes last till doomsday.” from from Hamlet I sat on the floor across from the vet who had just put down our 12-year-old,...

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Recapitulation

Our moon lived on that corner where some words burned a hole in the sky with their endless requests for blond haired boys mouthing sounds of brass and reed very young and very old forever second guessing wayward Venus and something I don't know the name of danced with...

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Fathomless

The Convergence of the Twain (Lines on the Loss of the “Titanic”) Thomas Hardy, 1912 and 1914 1 In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. 2 Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,...

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Frankenstein

Since the election last year a number of lists on how to survive the Trump presidency have been making the rounds on social media. At least one of them had “support art and artists” as one of their recommendations. Without really thinking much about it, I accepted...

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Shooting Spree

The photo above was taken on March 10, 2017, at the annual fundraiser for the Laura Wilcox Scholarship Fund. Sponsored by SRYCL, this quiz show  draws hundreds from throughout California, where we have fun, honor Laura's memory, and raise funds to support young...

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Long and Short of It

I'm sure I've heard them say that twilight is too late over dawning mountain and dying river dark authority of vine dead end road down night's sinking street along this opulence of forgotten highways away in great smiling circles a madrigal of monosyllables my ears...

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Two Factions Two Problems

“Everyone sees the world through his own green bottle.” –Stefan Novak The obvious struck me recently, when I was feeling worn down from the tension in our nation, tension that trickles down into friendships and familial relationships so effectively that our now right...

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Rio Dingo

Stella Zelinsky sat at the kitchen table, absently stirring her cooling coffee, into which she had just poured a few ounces of orange juice. Even more absently, she gazed at the middlespace (her husband for twenty-seven long years, Herb) who sat between Stella and the...

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The Happiest Day of My Life

It was Monday. February 6, 2017. I was driving down the grade toward a town near us, Grass Valley, in my precious white 4Runner I long ago named Izzy. My husband was caravanning behind me in his truck. Izzy had been having occasional trouble starting, so we were...

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The Freedom to Speak

Sometimes my mind is the ultimate escape. It doesn’t require electricity or a virus protection program, but it does need maintenance. I can’t share in detail a recent life changing experience that occurred, but it did a frantic number on my thought process. I was...

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Passing

I remember the day that my racial identity first came into question. I was seven years old, and I was late for school. My dad walked me to the door of my classroom where all of my classmates were already settling in. He watched me go inside and sit down before waving...

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Z. U.

The shepherd will tend his sheep. The valley will bloom again. And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own little room again. There’ll be—   We should have seen it coming. We really should have. Perhaps some of us did, saw the darkening skies of disease, the scudding...

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Gate of Ivory 
Gate of Horn

a work in progress---editor The King is in his counting house Paper Cars Dreaming of the open road A matter of time The circus came to town You and I Another morning's repast There is that moon Christening Yet what Hold your nose Bread and butter Gullible's travels...

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My Camino Adventure #4

Stephanie concludes her four-part series with this look inward along the Camino. She made the journey with her friend Eleanore.   --Ed. Camino of the Mind “You are an overweight, middle-aged woman who has no business being here." "You are ridiculous!” “You are alone...

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