Tag Archives: Oakland

Ballad of the Homeless Woman

She lived behind the cyclone fence a few blocks from the freeway going down to Silicon Valley, hers an intertidal zone with big box stores like Home Depot and a 24-Hour Fitness where cars skidded past platoons of day-workers in … Continue reading

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The Ghost Ship

The Ghost Ship sailed into the Oakland harbor smelling of burning flesh. No one was left. That same day people marveled how hundreds of yellow marigolds, all sizes, grew beneath the ship’s bottom lifting its charred remains into the wind.

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Forest in the Trees

Along Leona Canyon, it’s past time for dog walkers to crowd the trail, we head out, hills greener from rain, a private consult between me and my partner-in-crime from the thirteenth century, who’s startled by a collection of oak balls, withered and … Continue reading

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Yizkor 2016: Kehilla Community Synagogue

Hear Lenore read “Yizkor.” White robes and prayer books automatically flip to the right page, and the cantor, voice of the synagogue, possessed by the spirit of the sanctuary, blesses us with a three-fold invocation, passed along through the centuries. Facing each … Continue reading

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What’s Love Got to Do With It?

Never meant to return, which is not to say I didn’t have dreams about the redwoods with their fragrant pine needles or the Pacific Ocean. Sometimes you can appreciate a good thing and still have too much of it— Never considered that … Continue reading

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Just Like Fruitvale Bridge Park

1. Fruitvale Bridge Park where fresh water mixes with ocean tides, storm drains from Oakland empty into its mouth wide open rents are industrial and zoned cheap, homeless hold out for fish away from tent cities, the favelas that crowd … Continue reading

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A Congress of Poets

Walk down the hill from the Historic Mayfair Hotel, the room is clean and the water hot, costs less than other places, forget about getting breakfast at the Convention Center, at least I can buy enough coffee to open up … Continue reading

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To Get a Dog, or Not

Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive I walk along Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past an expanse of wild radish and California golden poppies. Below there’s a culvert and a … Continue reading

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Benchmarks

Memory Believes Before Knowing Remembers –William Faulkner Walk past wild radish and California golden poppies, beyond a pond lined in cattails and home to mallards, continue down a slope, an easy jog, a stretch of buckeye trees, the spring’s white … Continue reading

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Mortal

The way forward is with a broken heart. –Alice Walker (With thanks to Elizabeth Bishop, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Frank Sinatra and W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan) I was the myth you stole from the twenty-second floor of my apartment building overlooking … Continue reading

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