Society in 2120 (part III)
By Jack Bragen on Recap of part II: “As if to punctuate what it had said, the car abruptly accelerated and passed a cluster
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Three Haikus by Needa Bee
By Anita de Asis Miralle aka Needa Bee on Politricksters Babylon leadersRule with lies, harm those with lessGet paid for their crimes Homefull Houseless on the streets.But with love
The Harp of Hope
By Claire J. Baker on When we are numbed,shocked clear through by tragedies inour home of homes, may somehow we finda way to keep pluckingthe harp strings
Poetry unites community in South Berkeley
By Sylvia Sawislak on An art cart parked on Adeline Street was the first sign that there was an event happening on Saturday, January 26. That night, passersby would have noticed a crowd gathered inside of Youth Spirit Artworks’ Shanice Kiel Gallery. The crowded, well-lit room stood out against the dark streets surrounding it.
Twisted Image
By Ace Backwords onSociety in 2120 (part II)
By Jack Bragen on Recap of part I: The force put out by the book, the evil force, was stronger. It was involuntary: I
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By Ayat Jalal on Coffins are not carpetedThere not for standingLinoleum is uselessAs the imagined dreams,some believe they’ll be havingThe padding is for comfortto
Selected poems by Julia Vinograd
By Julia Vinograd on On the Street I’m not here, don’t look at me.Don’t scream when your children look at me,do you think bad
Remembering Julia Vinograd: the Bubble Lady
By Benjamin Schneider on The beloved poet died in early December, leaving behind a legacy of poems that capture a bygone Berkeley.
Julia Vinograd—resistance icon, the Bubble Lady, Berkeley’s very own bard—died on December 4 after a long battle with colon cancer. She was 74. Vinograd has been a staple of Telegraph Avenue since the late 60’s, selling poetry books, blowing bubbles, and watching the world go by.
Winter Moon
By Claire J. Baker on The moon flowersinto full bloom.We cradle our handsfor mystical light.We have waited yearsfor such a night.Soundlesslysplendor slipsinto cupped handslike a
Oakland gallery shows homeless artists
By Kate Wolffe on As a child, Oakland homelessness advocate April Anthony dreaded visiting art museums with her parents. “I was bored to death anytime we went to museums or art shows,” she said. “I thought: ‘Man, this stuff should move!’”.
Amazing
By Claire J. Baker on love remains all after all we go throughtogetheror within our own storyas heaven’s curtain risesjust enoughto offera glimpse of glory.