AVILA BEACH, 1911
white against white-brown sand.
gathering blue-eyed grass and poppies.
has turned brittle and has flaked away.
nor picked those wildflowers?
San Luis Obispo, California
VOICES WE MIGHT HEAR
The trees say, It’s so close.
The trees say, Roots are good to have.
Meanwhile, across a field, sheep graze
having solved all their differences, praise the silence.
Felton, California
THE WIND UP RUSSIAN GULCH
only bluster and undoing, nothing more.
matryoshkas down the runneled beach.
page from its spine. Now my hand; take it.
stops its mouth with whitecaps and larkspur.
Sacramento, California
RAIN
width of the earth,
swells that slap jagged rocks,
the steady pulse of water
as I fall through light air,
and rocks hardened by time
flow through my fingers
assimilates me into its burrow
in minute worlds of particles;
against my liquid perspective,
my transparency
Half Moon Bay, California
from our published CQ issues for the Pushcart Prize.
Congratulations to our 2015 Pushcart nominees:
from CQ Vol. 41, No. 1
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We present the six poems in the pages below.