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Ellen Sander, a pioneering New York rock journalist, author of Trips: Rock Life in the Sixties, incubated her poetry in Bolinas, California in the seventies. After a stint in Los Angeles, she was an editor of Women of China magazine in Beijing in 2005, having taught college English in both Xiamen and Beijing. She was the Poet Laureate of Belfast, Maine in 2013 and 2014, where she lives today. Her 2017 chapbook, Hawthorne, a House in Bolinas, is published by Finishing Line Press. Her forthcoming chapbook, Aquifer, will be published by Red Bird Chapbooks in 2019.
The following work is Copyright © 2018, and owned by Ellen Sander and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Reunited Farewell Tour,
Cassandra Dallett is a five-time Pushcart nominee. She has been published in Sparkle and Blink, Great Weather for Media, Sensitive Skin, The Oakland Review, and The East Bay Review among many others. Cassandra reads often around the Bay Area, she hosts the monthly writing workshop On Two Six, is a facilitator at MOWW, (Mills Oakland Writers Workshop) hosts The Badass Bookworm Podcast, and co-hosts and curates the quarterly reading series Moon Drop Productions. Her first full-length book of poetry Wet Reckless (Manic D Press) was released in 2014. In 2015, she authored five chapbooks, one of them, On Sunday, A Finch (Nomadic Press) was nominated for a California Book Award, 2018 brought the release of another full-length collection, Collapse, also on Nomadic Press, also nominated for a CA Book Award. For links and more check out cassandradallett.me
The following work is Copyright © 2018, and owned by Cassandra Dallett and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Goat Cheese Is an Abomination
The door was heavy, a loop of twine as a handle
At Sweet Peas’ house
Each night I sobbed I wanna go home, I want my Mom till dawn.
There was nowhere to run
The trees parted at the dooryard
When thirsty eyes fixed on the huge mayonnaise jars of milk
I’m gown now, the goat guy is my step-dad,
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