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SUMMARY:Kathryn Hohlwein reads from The Little Chapel in Donegal
DESCRIPTION:Live at Random Lane \n6:00 pm on Tuesday\, June 22nd \nKathryn will read from her brand new collected poems\, The Little Chapel in Donegal. \nRSVP if you plan to come – proof of Covid vaccination required at the door! \nrandomlanepress@gmail.com
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SUMMARY:Community of Writers - 50th Anniversary
DESCRIPTION:Join Random Lane Press and the Community of Writers for an anniversary reading on Zoom – Friday June 11 at 6:00pm Pacific. Hosted by Bob Stanley. Details to follow!
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SUMMARY:The Random Lane summer poetry series opens with four women poets: Breanna Hardy\,  Christine Neuman\,  Jill Stockinger\,  and Mo Fowler
DESCRIPTION:Friday May 21 at 6pm Pacific time on Zoom \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/86522706280?pwd=SE9oREtZenNZanlycHMxL2tSb2dIZz09\nPasscode: 728595 \nBreanna Hardy is a poet and arts educator from Solano County with a B.A. in creative writing from San Francisco State University. She is the founder and executive director of Solano Writers Society\, an organization dedicated to creating opportunities for writers and inspiring passion for the literary arts within the county. Her poetry is feminine and sensual\, grounding readers in their bodies as she blurs the line between fantasy and reality. \nAloe\nAn expanse of days\,\nthree weeks\, a month\,\ncolored lapis\, carolina\,\nand cornflower\nwith moments that glimmer\nand sound like the patter of\nrain on the back of my skull.\nCleansing\, fasting\nto forget instants\nthat made years\nthat never existed for us.\nI break a leaf from shower\naloe plant\, rub bitter\, gossamer gel\nacross tongue – heal burns\nof desperate words.\nThe smell of clean earth\ncoming and going\nto replace the scent\nof you\nin my memory.\nBut two words from me to you\nand from you to me\,\ntwo words\, and I’m back. \n– Breanna Hardy \nChristine Neuman is a graduate student in the creative writing program at Sacramento State University. She has had poems published in various online journals\, including Cough Syrup issue #4 and İPalante! issue #2. She likes to read poets that dip their toes into surrealism\, like James Tate. She is studying to become a poetry teacher and wants to publish books of her own. \nThe Goat \nI thought I knew loneliness\,\nbut when you’re at the local farmers market\nat Carmichael park\, Sunday morning\nyou buy a goat’s foreskin\,\nsew it onto your back\,\nand walk through the town proud.\nThe goat says hello in the eyes\nof everyone who stares\,\nbecause they cannot see the goat\nthey hold within.\nThey have no idea\nI am the goat.\nI am the wind.\nMy limbs began to wither.\nI do not love marriage.\nHer dull smell\, her thin string-like hair\nwrapped in a ball within my stomach.\nThe babbling of your partner of ten years.\nThe unbearable silence returning\,\nsounding sweeter than any bar talk.\nI do not love marital sex.\nI do not love polyandry.\nBecause I keep the worst company\nin the company of myself. \n– Christine Neuman \n  \nJill Stockinger obtained her MLS from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. She worked as a librarian for 42 years\, including at the Sacramento Public Library\, where she ran an open writing group for sixteen years. Jill retired in 2019\, but continues to be an active member of many writing groups. Her poems have been published in several literary magazines. She and her artist husband Max have traveled throughout the US in their 45 years of marriage; they enjoy writing\, taking online classes\, playing chess\, and socializing with their son\, his wife and 2 young grandchildren. \nHere Is The Moon And Winter\nby Jill Stockinger\nWinter hangs a moon\nabove the barn and calls\na hoot owl to celebrate.\nThe mouse scurries for safety\nfar below jagged icicles\nglistening from the eaves\nof the snowbound house\nwhere a man chafes his rough\nhands together and feeds\nanother fat log to the fire.\nSmoke rises out the chimney\,\nthe fire barely heating the house.\nThe smoke lifts shapeshifting forms\nin the heavy cold which tries to\nhold them but they quiver and\ndance to the drawn-out moan of\na passing freight train and then\ndissipate under the searchlight\nof the silent round moon.\nThe man scratches at his wiry beard\nwondering if he will get any sleep\nbefore day breaks but it keeps\ngetting harder\, harder to deal with\nthe pain in his back\, harder to sleep\,\nharder to pee and harder to face\nthe losing that just keeps piling on.\nHe gets into bed under the quilt\nshe sewed and hugs the pillow\nin the case she embroidered but\nwith all the aches and pains he\njust gives up and sits in his chair\nby the fire and visits with the dead \n-Jill Stockinger \n  \nMo Fowler is an artist and writer raised here in Sacramento who will begin work as an MFA candidate at UC Irvine this fall. Her forthcoming poetry chapbook\, Sit Wild\, will be available for preorders July 12. Connect with Mo at mocfowler@gmail.com or @original_mo_fo \nWHEN I WAKE UP I AM NOTHING AT ALL \nthat you would recognize. I am dredging\non locked thumbs toward the miracle\ncorner of the kitchen’s gone-gray linoleum\nwhere my four dollar coffee pot sits\nin a continent of stains I never\nclean up. I see characters\nin the loose shapes\nof the mess\, shake my head\nto clear them\, in the motion spill\nagain\, hot flow over the lips\nof my daisy yellow mug\ncoffee drops steaming dark\nonto the bleeding seams of my knuckles\ncracked open in the dry January air\nin a quiet moment between the cars\nthat drive past this shaking\nroom where I kneel\non bare bruised skin in front of the piddling\ncracked pot. I take a sip\nthrough my nose\nas much as my mouth\nthe morning is vast\nin every direction\nstill\, there is no way to get\nwhat I want in this life\nbut every sunrise\nis beasting and battles and I would rather\nbe bloody than nothing\nat all \n– Mo Fowler
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