Sorry, I Have A Thing. (Fifth)
by Douglas Slayton
Mornings or evening when they tear out streets
the routes change or disappear completely.
When the cold is close in the heavy sheets
the sound keeps me steady only briefly.
When I'm lost, there are always two ways home.
The day marches when time is all you need.
Beach lights dying, where I sink like a stone.
This is change not growth, I am no seed.
When we talk, I talk quickly, thoughtlessly.
I make the same decisions every time
everyone dissipates through the country.
Not feeling better, I'm holding the line.
The full moon is always a day early
or day late, nothing ends so easily.
Chris's Poem's Title
by Chris Alarie
A placeholder for
Chris's poem
About San Francisco
I hope it is good
But mostly I hope
It is finished
On time
Otherwise
We will have to
Publish the placeholder
San Francisco
by Alexis Faulkner
It is possible to have a good day everyday you are
Alive in San Francisco
The air near the ocean is so fresh and damp
It's easy to breathe but hard to keep the clothes
In your closet from molding
The most beautiful intersections are the ones where
Two neighborhoods hold hands
Like Arguello and Fillmore and California and Broadway
It is so peaceful to feel always cold and watch the
Fog cover everything
It is so dangerous to take BART to see your friends
Play at the Sugar Mountain because you might
Miss the last train and the 800 is filled with
Zombies and also the warehouse isn't even near a train
It is so burrito to have eating in Dolores
Many people are leaving the city now
Some of them have moved to Los Angeles and New York City and Paris
It is a hard place to dream of and a sad place to
Leave behind
Alexis Faulkner is Executive Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
