When we seek everything that we have lost,
Back traveling to old, but finding new.
Not knowing if those steps were worth the cost,
So slowly did Time shift our precious view.
Thine eyes do fail to see thy fated wrath,
As if the unknown would be obsolete.
The pain of loss brought by the aftermath,
That lovely sight so quickly gone–so sweet.
O Time doth grow, till all we know is true;
What has been lost by you is lost no more.
Till this inconstant stay like changing hue,
When all is done, Time doth ensure…restore.
When all is found, thou shalt hold true indeed,
All is returned: no more the need for greed.
Hi, I’m Gary and this is my first full semester at CCSF, and I plan on obtaining a degree related to mathematics. I would like to thank David Hereford who helped edit this, as this was my final project for his high school Shakespeare course.
Matt Luedke is pursuing a Creative Writing Certificate at CCSF. You can often find Matt either hiking, heading up a steep hill on his beloved sticker-covered hybrid bike in the easiest gear, or bundled up at one of SF’s cold beaches with a notebook and pen.
sting until the burn is the same as it’s always been
recognizable, mundane almost.
I fear I will become an immovable pillar of salt among the waves
cease to hear the drumbeat on the sand
become a woman who no longer needs a name,
just strong footing.
evaporate into the very body that is meant to carry me to comfort
become everywhere and nowhere
like salt amidst the tide
stinging when I mean only to collect myself and shelter another.
left with no one to hold me
with nothing to hold onto
there is no road
I’ve no proof of life here in the middle of the ocean.
among the thieving current that threatens my hold on myself that I must remember
that the women in my family are born of water
dripping in blue and brine.
dehydrate. rehydrate. rinse. repeat.
we allow men to claw for us
attempt to grab hold briefly
while we sink into murky waters unmoved.
I know have always known,
none of us are never not alone.
but we need to scream into eyes that are not our own
if only to feel heard to feign togetherness for a time
I find myself tossing in blue
always coming back to it
restless on land-
swollen and writhing.
readying the retch.
wretched release of dryness.
I am nervous that to expel anything
is to expose everything.
keep my contents within
me all water and secret belly.
breakfast behind my eyes
trying to escape
turning indigo to the attuned watcher
but no one sees no one plays the right tune.
so my hazel changes tone and my voice doesn’t tremble when I lie
I am okay.
just can’t taste anything anymore-
need to add salt
Katie Seifert is an Oakland-based writer and artist looking for the truths between the things we say. Her art focuses on the intersection of the beautiful and untamed, with an emphasis on the masks women are forced to wear each day. Her visual work can be seen at https://www.evilkittydesign.com/.
Nicole is a ceramic enthusiast from San Francisco. Her interest in art began as a child, and she began fully exploring ceramics in high school. Alongside art, she enjoys working with animals, crocheting, and writing.
We wrote a letter after he died
We made t-shirts as memorial
We began a social media campaign
We asked the murders to take an eye exam
We called our neighbors and formed a cop watch
No one heard us
Our efforts muted
We grew restless
We saw red
We had a sit-in
They heard us then
We were meet with the same force that took his life
“We are here to keep the peace”
Is what they said
As they pointed their pieces in our face & yelled
Henri Jacob is from Placerville, CA. Poetry found him at an early age but his work did not begin to truly flourish until he moved to San Francisco. Most of his poems are written in Alioto Park of the Mission District. He has published two chapbooks of poetry, Poesia Libre & Poetic Tremors.
Chiara Di Martino
Chiara Di Martino was born on January 17 1987 in Rome, Italy, where she spent also most of her life. Her passions have always been Poetry, Literature, and Art. Growing up, she put her dream to be an artist or writer on hold, choosing instead to become a Psychologist. In 2015, she moved to San Francisco to study English. Along the way, she decided to open herself-up following her old dream, joining City College’s Design Department.
My left foot is a perfectly fine 72-year-old foot, with slender toes, a slender ankle and a proportionately shaped calf. It has a low arch, but an arch nonetheless, so it can enjoy any shoe style. It is the best foot that I put forward.
Its counterpart has a completely fallen arch. So much so that it actually has developed a callus where the arch would be, if there was one. The arch fell down in 1980, when I picked up my sleeping infant from a playpen and saw stars. I had slipped a disc and pinched a nerve. I was in pain for a year. It was further injured a few years later during an unrelated surgical procedure when the lymph system was accidentally cut.
Because of the cut lymph system, the same poor right foot also became swollen ever after. The foot is flat, the toes are fat, the ankle is thick, and even the calf is out of shape. It cannot stand on tip-toes, run or jog. My daughter has always lovingly called it “Mommy pig foot.”
For several years, high heels worked better than flat shoes, because they actually held the arch up into position. Even though the feet would have liked to take a long walk once in a while wearing athletic shoes, they were both happy enough. Over the years, as the right foot falls more and more, balance becomes an issue, and they now need low, block-style heels. The left foot resents this restriction, as it has always enjoyed styling in high heels. If I had two left feet, perhaps I’d be a better dancer.
These feet of mine are a constant reminder of the dichotomy of life; mine anyway. I think I’m a prominently left-brained person; fairly organized and methodical. I wish I were right-brained though; more creative and freer.
Choice or decision? Choice is no reason, just choose. Decision is with reason. Left brain is decision, right brain is choice. Putting my left best foot forward makes me think that I’m holding something back besides my right foot. I fear that I’m blocking my creativity with my stubborn left brain, and ugly right foot.
I practice a daily writing exercise because I don’t trust myself to let my creativity flow however it will, without a metronome in 4/4 time.
This is my first submission to any publication. Audrey Ferber’s class in the OLAD program has changed my life from a political junkie to a creative writer. I am endlessly surprised at what comes out on the page as I discover my own voice.
As a Philippine-born visual artist, I continue to explore concepts of identity and of home through the lens of the Filipino diaspora. My work draws from Western art history, Filipino and American cultures, post-colonial life, and pop culture.
Forum celebrated National Poetry Month with a reading at the San Francisco Public Library on April 24. Our featured poets were Kim Shuck and Aaron Shurin, and other Forum contributors joined in to make it an evening full of wonderful poetry (and some music). Thank you to the library for hosting us!
Kim Shuck is the author of two solo collections of poetry, one prose book, and one chapbook. She is also the seventh poet laureate of San Francisco.
Aaron Shurin is the author of fourteen books of poetry and prose, most recently Flowers & Sky: Two Talks (Entre Rios Books, 2017), The Skin of Meaning: Collected Literary Essays and Talks (University of Michigan Press, 2015), and two books from City Lights: Citizen (poems, 2012) and King of Shadows (essays, 20008). His work has appeared in over forty national and international anthologies, and has been supported by grants from The National Endowment for the Arts, The California Arts Council, The San Francisco Arts Commission, and the Gerbode Foundation. A longtime educator, he’s Professor Emeritus and former Director of the MFA Writing Program at the University of San Francisco.
Come celebrate National Poetry Month at the San Francisco Public Library! Whether it’s spoken word, music, comedy, or something else entirely, all are welcome to the stage! Artist sign-ups will be on a first-come, first-serve basis. Each artist receives 5 minutes on stage.
Come join us as we celebrate the colorful urban voices of San Francisco! Whether it’s spoken word, music, comedy, or something else entirely, all are welcome to the stage! Artist sign-ups will be on a first-come, first-serve basis. Each artist receives 5 minutes on stage.
Featuring San Francisco City College’s own Cullen Bailey Burns, author of Slip, and Chante Mccormick.
The Forum Fall 2018 Launch Event was held Thursday, December 20th at Alley Cat Books in the Mission.
Forum Faculty Advisers Chante McCormick and John Isles kicked- off the event, thanking the entire Forum Fall 2018 Staff for their dedication in producing a beautiful publication filled with fiction, non-fiction, poetry and visual art. They reminded the attendees of the upcoming Spring 2019 Creative Writing and English Department classes.
Next, Forum General Editor Vincent Calvarese walked the audience through the 4-month journey from submissions to publication. The rest of the Forum staff joined him at the microphone, introduced themselves, and shared their own experience with CCSF’s 81-year-old publication.
After a short break, City College of San Francisco’s Chancellor Mark Rocha spoke to the audience and thanked the Forum staff for their dedication to excellence. He read briefly a fiction story, The Sanctuary, from Forum Magazine. He compared it to CCSF’s policy as an institution of inclusion and safety for all.
The rest of the evening was filled with readings from Forum published authors SF Poet Laureate Kim Shuck, Forum featured poet MK Chavez and Forum published poets Cassandra Dallett, Jennifer Barone and Thea Matthews. There was a raffle held and many participants who purchased a Forum Magazine received published works from the featured guests.
Live music came alive with Forum published non-fiction writer John Paul Krause, known as AEon Flow.
Food was supplied by Morning Due Cafe and libations from Doug Salin.