Issue 12 winter 2008


Berlin Wall 3 by Christopher Novak

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Rafael Jesús González
Featured Writer
Interview and Biography

For the Chinese Years; Para los años chinos
Year of the Rat; Año de la rata
Year of the Ox; Año del buey
Year of the Tiger; Año del tigre
Year of the Rabbit; Año del conejo
Year of the Dragon; Año del dragon
Year of the Serpent; Año del serpiente
Year of the Horse; Año del caballo
Year of the Goat; Año del chivo
Year of the Monkey; Año del mono
Year of the Rooster; Año del gallo
Year of the Dog; Año del perro
Year of the Pig; Año del cerdo

A Suite of Full Moons; Serie de lunas plenas
Moon, Moon; Luna, luna
Note; Recado
Full Moon Playing Didgeridoo; Luna plena tocando dicheridu
Full Sower Moon; Luna plena sembradora
Full Moon, Drop of Quicksilver; Luna plena, gota de azoque
To the Full Moon; A la luna plena
Harvest Moon; Luna de la cosecha
Full Moon in Berkeley; Luna plena en Berkeley
Sometimes When the Moon; A veces cuando la luna
Full Moon in Bitter Times; Luna plena en tiempos amargos
From China the Moon; De la China la luna
Song of the Full Moon; Canto de la luna plena

Lesson; Lección

Of Color and Light; De luz y color

Creation of the Sun & the Moon; Creación del sol y la luna

Full Christmas Moon; Luna plena navideña

Ina Coolbrith Circle Annual Keynote Address 2007


Contributing Writers

Timothy Reilly:   Odds and Ends

Gary Beck:  The Ice Man

Don Fredd:  Waiting for Huck

Sandy Vrooman:  Tangled Tales

Diana Woods:  Rain Check

Robert S. Pesich:  Home Construction
                             Lost in my own city

Michael Lee Johnson:  Willow Tree Night and Snowy Visitors
                                    Poem From My Grave

Elizabeth Scott:  Perhaps

Photography

Christopher Novak:   Berlin Wall 3

Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to settle her hair and a prettier, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a girl's shoulders--a radiant little vision, in sooth, almost maddening in its sweetness. You would have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that. She could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve. She put on her hat so that she could see from underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath caught as she caught the expression in his eyes. He was eyeing her as a snake eyes its prey. Her woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose.
                                 JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p. 295., 13/509-520


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