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Diana Raab, a native of New York, lives in Santa Barbara, California. She is an award-winning memoirist, poet, and blogger, and author of eight books, including, four poetry collections. Her most recent poetry collection is called Lust (CW Books, Imprint of WordTech Communications). She teaches writing workshops around the country. She is currently completing her doctorate in psychology. Her weekly Monday blog can be found at www.dianaraab.com/blog. She also writes a monthly column for BrainSpeak and is a regular blogger for the The Huffington Post (HUFF 50). Visit Diana on the web here: http://www.dianaraab.com
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Diana Raab and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
When we lie together
One can get lost
You kiss my forehead
Jonathan Hayes lives on Nob Hill in San Francisco, California. He is the editor and publisher of the long-running American small press magazine, Over the Transom. He’s the author of the book-length poem, T(HERE) (Silenced Press; 2010); Nippon: Drinking Sake and Staring at Fireflies in the August of Cicadas (Mel C. Thompson Publishing; 2012) and American Haiku (Mel C. Thompson Publishing; 2013)
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Jonathan Hayes and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Woody Allen is Filming a Movie on Post Street
After work trekking home I walk past the shoot and the same Buddhist monk
But today this monk and I catch eyes and I say, "Are you one of Woody’s extras?"
Reaching into my black jeans’ front pocket and finding nothing but my apartment keys
He says, "It’s okay," with just a slight head bow, and then he slides a wooden beaded
The monk continues looking for money down Stockton Street, and I walk home up Nob Hill
The astray is warm
The t.v. is still on
In the City
Sixth Street bodega beer is ice-freezing cold and the cheapest
Why have a cannabis card when the gangsters serve you fatter!?
Of course, I need a haircut, and that Latin tranny caught my eye
Just thinking about the post-script to Armageddon
Let’s get a $2.50 slice from Chico’s and talk about it…