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New Voices From San Francisco |
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Rant By
Dustin Wells The
Marine Corps will make a man out of you.
Rhyme By
Dave Oprava Sitting
high, sometime midday, she
passes the roach that scuttles away and
falls down six hundred sixty six feet to
land on Battery Street
Rhyme By
Jovon
C. Johnson I
discovered Rita Head
elevated in yesterday’s trash
Rhyme Brand
New Dress * Dream Now Breed By
PMPope A
- brand new dress some
rose petals sunset
on the sky '..treat
me liKe some dumb chick..' Rhyme By
Daniel Y. Harris
The
city is bone wolf
eyes see
over bone-bridge under
bone-skies
Rhyme By Daniel Y. Harris Stripped
of skin robed in
methamphetamine Rhyme By
Hunter Austin Turning
left onto Capp from 16th riding south in
my splotchy green Dodge Valiant dents
and peeling chrome bumpers rust
underneath looking
for love
Rhyme By
April Nieuwsma It’s
either the blood or the baby that
moves, she thought. I
can distinguish the blood, but
not the baby. Rhyme By
Ashok Niyogi they
brushed us by those
sinful stars they threw darkness at us 
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Rhyme By
Greta Boesel It's
cold on the pier at dusk, An
orchid sky turned dreadful blue Deepening
quick and sharp before Retreating
into dark Rhyme How the Strangers and the City’s Strangers Meet By Jenna Humphrey Outside
the electric TV-blue room Birds
creak like doors And
men in corners wait With
fingers dipped in blood.
Rhyme By Jan Steckel Bad
poetry is so inspiring: I
sing “I can do better than that” and do it. Rhyme Fog,
Fog @ Nite, Rain, and Sunny Days By
Fred Zackel Some
days the fog is eggshell gray. Some
days the sun burns through the fog onto the city streets, beams down a patch
of bright gold, and suddenly people and buildings have shadows. Rant By
Joshua Citrak SF's
running of the Olympic flame makes everyone a “winner.” Rhyme By
Meg Pokrass She
strides through
the city with
her Labradoodle, hair
in a retro sixties cut, cell
phone plugged in her ears, ergonomic
leather backpack. Rhyme By
Katie M. Stence There
are mission grasses flying out to burning midlands, ohlone wives turning their already swallowed heads.
Rhyme By
Shana Mahaffey I
did not mourn when I heard you were dead fat
lifeless body lost. I
celebrated remembering years ago I
wanted to squash your squat body Rhyme By
Gerard Sarnat Steel
glass high-rise commercial huzzah now
near flaccid post business climax, undoing
the uppermost button of
a snappy (may I say so myself?) powder blue
Rhyme By
Hunter Austin Every
time I drive through the rainbow tunnel away from I
think of my father’s commute and his sapphire blue Gran accelerating
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Reproduction
of material from SoMa Literary Review pages |
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