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Volume 38.3 Autumn 2007

 

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SUDDENLY IT'S CLEAR

Celia is dying. She'd like to make it through the holidays—deck the halls one final time—but she gets weaker every day. There’s little we can do except stop pretending.

rainy day
pulling tinsel
off the tree


by Harriot West

OPENING DAY

The ferryboat pulls away from Larkspur Landing, smooth bay water reflecting puffy white clouds. We're heading to the ballpark— opening day for the San Francisco Giants. We cruise past San Quentin Prison, with its high stone walls and turreted guard towers. Through razor wire fencing, we see orange-clad inmates in the yard; many of them wave as we glide by.

crunch of peanut shells
we all stand
for the anthem


by Robert Hecht

 

 

 

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