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Rivers From the back alley babbling brooks to tulmultuous tributaries of humanity cascading through concrete gorges and finally spilling into a frenzied asphalt rivers, Stockton doesn't meander. There are no oxbows or lazy switchbacks, no quiet backwaters or cool, clear pools, rather raging swift and straight, colliding perpendicular with rivers equally intent. Heads bob, rapids roar in tongues; arms flail and struggle to break the surface. What lurks there in the shadows of these polluted de...

I brush my fingertips along the marble pillars That line the way to my Grail. It is good to be here, at the "Beginning", But, I want to go deeper. A serpent breaks the surface of the pool From where I stop to wet my parched lips. It dives back into the abyss And I want to follow. Fingers push across the waistland But one hand reaches to pluck ripe raspberry fruit. Red juice lava flows down an ivory hillside; Burning hot earth gravy. Then, sliding down the slippery slope, I crash into the undu...

I brush my fingertips along the marble pillars That line the way to the narrow chasm. It is good to be in the high places But, I want to go deeper. A serpent breaks the surface of the pool From where I stop to wet my parched lips. It dives back into the abyss And I want to follow. Fingers push across the waistland And one hand reaches to pluck ripe raspberry fruit. Red juice lava flows down an ivory hillside; Burning hot earth gravy. Then, sliding down the slippery slope, I crash into the und...