summer 2015 issue 27

Locke, CA by Christopher Novak

riverbabble 27


Dee Allen.:
         Wooden Cello

Felice Aull:
         I Dreamed My Husband Drove
         This June the Rains

Fred Dodsworth:
          A path to heaven without questions
          Trojan Horses

Liz Dolan:
          Praying Twice
          In My Dream

Nancy Flynn:
          Present Tense Love Poem
          Pulling the Rope

Rafael Jesús González:
         Espacio Mixtura / Mixed Space;
         Preguntan / You Ask

JB Mulligan:
          two musics

Suzanne Nielsen:
          Identify Yourself
          Never Forget a Face

Anne Whitehouse:
          Fires of Youth
          An Afternoon Nap

Jeff Bernstein:   Some Dreams

Suzanne Bruce:   Coda

Stuart Dodds:   Urging his friend Jan Doets to listen to a sonata by Franz Schubert

Luisa M. Giulianetti:   Rupture

KJ Hannah Greenberg:   Snowing in Austin

Katherine Hastings:   First Music, Last Music

Miriam N. Kotzin:   The Letter "C"

Peggy Morrison:   When Grandpa Heard Angels Sing

David Shaddock:   Symphony

d.n.simmers:   Splitting Reality

John Swain:   Follow Caldwell, Livingston

David Welper:   Mingus-Tea

Maw Shein Win:   Time machine


Anna Bálint:   Unpacking

Larry Lefkowitz:   Rachel

James Shaffer:   Know Your Limitations

Tom Sheehan:   The Soul of Shiloh Two

Flash Fiction

Janet Buck:
           Cape Canaveral, June 2099m Landing on the Missing Moon
           The Coma

Chella Courington:
           Aren’t You Interested in Boys?
           Looking Inside

Fernando Meisenhalter:   Weed Genie

Peggy Morrison:   Mom is keeping him away from the kids

Myron L. Pulier:   Two Women

David Spicer:   She Sang the Blues All Night Long

Deborah Steinberg:   Verlan

Jerry Vilhotti:   Poverty for Sale

Lester L. Weil:   Driving Your Daughter To College


Barry Ebner:  Bay Area Poets & Writers Photo Essay

Christopher Novak:  Locke, CA

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him.

                                          JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p.284. 12, 1910-1914.

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