a hot wind blowing
swirling sand down ancient streets
where christian soldiers stalk
brown-eyed boys and
across morning papers
where colored words are tossed
like grenades and
into dark alleys of time
where passions go to die
in unread books
A poem by Chris Olander of Nevada City.
Published on 07.22.04
A poem by Dan Wick of Woodland.
Published on 07.15.04
A poem by Bob Dahlquist of Sacramento.
Published on 07.01.04
A poem by Marc Brush Peacock of Davis.
Published on 06.24.04
A poem by Jim Wittenberg of Sacramento.
Published on 06.17.04
