blue fig
my shoulder bone hooks
soft and bruised
beneath your arm
tenderly threaded
hands slide inside
blush of blood
wrists rotate round waist
cupped together
cold limbs blanket
from arching branch
in the windy night
smell of sweetness
against your winter jacket
our flesh leaks
Written By: Lisa Graves
About the Author: Lisa Graves is a California Native, now living in El Cerrito. She is attracted to the unconventional were she can quietly push boundaries and explore the edges. Lisa now finds art and expression in writing and photography. Her work has appeared in Milvia Street Journal and Rag Zine.
Visual Art “Purple Yam” By: Gloria Keeley
About the Artist: I’m a graduate of San Francisco State University with a BA and MA in Creative Writing. My work has appeared in Spoon River Poetry Review, Slipstream, FORUM and other journals. I graduated from CCSF and I taught at CCSF for 34 years and was the editor of FORUM in 1969.
