Monday, August 25, 2025

Contents of California Quarterly vo. 51 No. 3, Autumn 2025, edited by Maja Trochimczyk

   

California Quarterly, Volume 51, Number 3, Autumn 2025

Cover Art: Pacific Coast Highway by Andrzej Kołodziej (Andy Kolo), oil on canvas.  


          

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Bakersfield  — W. C. Gosnell       —   —    — 7

Alice Keck Park — Paul Willis        —  —    —   8

High Above La Cienega  — Carlo DiOrio       9

Blueberry Parade  — Jenny McBride         — 9

Still Life in Red Smoke Light  — David Rosenheim — 10

My Rustic Italian Loaf   — Christine Leistner  —10

 Acreage  —  Sarp Sozdinler           —    —    11

Knives and Noodles   — Ellice Jeon       —  — 12

Couple  — Jianqing Zheng           —  —  —   13

Unbecoming   — Daisy Bassen         — —     — 14

Photograph  —  Rustin Larson     — —     — 15

reading    — Gregory Cecil         —       —     — 15

A Special Moment      — James Piatt      —       16

The House      — Jenny McBride     —     —     16

Fossils and Footprints —  Sarp Sozdinler     —     17

Dear Apology,  —    KM Kramer          —     — 18

Fragmentationv —    Caroyn Jabs      —     — 19 

Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle  —    W. C. Gosnell  — 20

Museum of Broken Hearts  — D. A. Hosek     —  20

In That Room, Again   — Peter J. Hahn         —   21

Ave Maria —    Livingston Rossmoor   —   — 22

Carmen Philomelaicum     — Eugenius II of Toledo  —    24

Carmen Philomelaicum     — Trans. D. A. Hosek 25

Listening to the Refrigerator     — Kathryn Gessner Calkins 26

Made Historyv —    Daisy Bassen      —     — 27

Spaghetti Western Villanelle  — Deborah H. Doolittle  — 28

Jubilate Mammonæ    —   D. A. Hosek      29

Ти Знаєш Відповідь     —  Dmitry Blizniuk  — 30

You Know the Answerv    — Trans. Sergey Gerasimov  — 31

Survivor’s Guidev  — R Haines    —   —  32

After Diana Der Hovanessianv  — Laura Walter  — 34

Crow Dog  — William R. Ford Jr.   —  —   — 35

Manners  — Peter J. Hahn           —     —  — 35

Riding the Big Waves at   Rockaway   — David Rosenheim   —36

Early Morning Thoughts    —   Sarah Baker  — 36

Eclipse  —   KM Kramer      —    —      — 37

Free Man Minus Umbrellav  — Ace Boggess  — 38

Windv  — Duvey Deepak   `     —     —       — 39

What Is It About v  — Andrena Zawinski      —   40

 The Inconstant Moonv  — V. P. Loggins      —    41

Paper Mansion  — Ellice Jeon  `      — 42

Dream  — Sarah Baker          —       —   — 43

Oczy Picassa   — Andrzej Kołodziej         — 44

Picasso’s Eyes  — Tr. Maja Trochimczyk      —    45

Unexplained Journey v  — W. C. Gosnell  — 46

The Cherry Treev  — Lenore Myers  — 46

A Tree Speaks: v  — Angelika Quirk  — 48

Amidst the Pines v  — Kieran Duffy   — 49

Stream of Consciousnessv  — Carolyn Jabs  — 50

If I Were a Dronev  —Livingston Rossmoor  — 51

With the Eyes of a Falcon  —Angelika Quirk  — 52

One Moment:  — KM Kramer       —  — 53

Funambulist v  — Carlo DiOrio       —  — 54

A Turquoise Story  — Maja Trochimczyk     — 55

Origami: Folded Light  — Shahrzad Taavoni  — 56

When the Prophet Comes Home  — Livingston Rossmoor  — 57

The Splendor of the Ever Gate  — William R. Ford Jr.  — 58

Born Wrong Century   — Michael J. Galko  — 58

Tycho’s Star    — Christine Candland     —   — 59

Contributors in Alphabetical Order      —   — 60

CSPS Contest Opportunities         —   —         60

CSPS Newsbriefs 2025, No. 3 by Maja Trochimczyk     — 63

Publishing Opportunities with CSPS  — 65

2024 CSPS Donors, Patrons, and Membership 66

Membership Form   — 68  

Turquoise from Neyshanbur, Iran, The Turquoise Museum, ABQ, NM.

                                                     EDITOR’S NOTE

While visiting the Turquoise Museum in Albuquerque, NM, I found that my turquoise pendant I inherited from my Mom— perfectly smooth, more green than aqua—mostly likely came from a Nishapour mine in Iran. My Dad bought the jewel in Mosul, Iraq, when he, a Polish engineer, was overseeing the construction and operation of a power plant in the Kurdish city of Mosul, Iraq (yes, the same power plant that Americans reduced to rubble during their war of “Weapons of Mass Destruction”). Indeed, I watched the annihilation of his work on American TV; that plant had provided electricity and jobs to Mosul residents… I felt distressed and strangely relieved that my Dad did not live to see the ruins himself…

Turquoise from Neyshanbur, Iran, the Turquoise Museum.

Like my turquoise story, poets featured in the Autumn 2025 issue of the CQ capture a full range of emotions— joy, grief, melancholy, child-like wonder, and serenity found in nature and among people. We start our exploration of everyday delights in Bakersfield (Gosnell), then visit a park (Willis), eat freshly-baked bread (Leistner) and taste some noodles (Jeon). We watch children in real life (Bassen) and in old photographs (Larson). The passing of time attracts the poets’ attention (McBride, Sozdinler, Calkins). Some pry open their broken hearts (Hosek, Kahn), others mourn the dead (Bliziniuk, Haines, Ford, Kramer). Nature, as always, provides solace—via birdsong (Rossmoor), wind (Duvey), or the singsong of trees (Myers, Duffy, Quirk)… No sorrow is eternal: consolation may be found in dreams (Baker), flights of fancy (Rossmoor), humor (Doolittle), stars (Candland), being Irish (Walter), or “folded light” (Taavoni). 

Continuing the tradition initiated by Margaret Saine, this CQ includes three translations along with original poems in Latin (Eugenius II/Hosek), Polish (Kołodziej/Trochimczyk), and Ukrainian (Blizniuk/Gerasimov). It is perhaps the flavor of the times that five poets feel compelled to hide their gender in initials (D. A., KM, V. P., W. C., and R). This reminds me of a certain belief in reincarnation: timeless souls have both feminine and masculine aspects, but become embodied to go through their lessons in the school of the Earth, one trial after another: first a victim, then the abuser, first a woman, then a man…Thus, the circle turns and the spiral ascends, propelled by wisdom and love.   

Maja Trochimczyk, Editor

Los Angeles, California


SAMPLE POEMS

A TURQUOISE STORY

 

 ~ after visiting the Turquoise Museum,

Albuquerque, New Mexico

 

A rock. A white rock with a vein of blue.

An axe. A pickaxe. A shovel.

The bulging muscles of the miner,

covered in dust, stained with the earth.

Earth to earth. Dust to dust.

From earth, they dig out the vivid hues

Of aqua – tranquil sea and azure – summer sky.

 

They dig, they polish, they arrange

small pieces into sets. Here – a necklace,

there – a bracelet, belt buckle or brooch.

From chalk-white, to verdant, to ice-blue, to navy,

almost indigo – clear and smooth, or covered with

a spiderweb matrix of gold lines – fool’s gold,

mind you – or black, or white, or sienna.

 

No two pieces of turquoise are the same –

no two persons – unique and so different,

yet connected, with brilliant minds,

flexible bodies, compassionate hearts.

 

Like turquoise, we, too, are from the Earth.

We, too, carry the sky within.

(C) Maja Trochimczyk


ORIGAMI: FOLDED LIGHT


A quaint square paper—
reconstructed
into the limitless space of imagination.

Materializing
volumes of boxes.
Shaped like
curved ships
jagged stars
elongated vases
symmetrical flowers.

A magician puffs air—
a three-dimensional balloon
swells, stretching into existence.

A folded crane sleeps.
The journey of dreams
imbues it with celestial life.
Come dawn, the crane flies—
its skin’s creases shifting and shimmering
with blue-blossomed patterns.

 (c) Shahrzad Taavoni



NEWSBRIEFS NO. 3, AUTUMN 2025

This summer, I had an opportunity to attend the annual convention of the National Federation of State Poetry Societies in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It was the first appearance of anyone from the California State Poetry Society in the past ten years. The CSPS laboriously pays the NFSPS annual dues of $3 per member, in exchange of lower fees for members who wish to participate in the NFSPS contests. The NFSPS Convention featured two events for State Poetry Societies’ Presidents where I gleaned some new ideas, for instance to celebrate the 250th anniversary of our great country’s by organizing a special anniversary poetry contest – that would focus on “persona” poems written in the voice of any great historical figure from the past.

        It was also interesting to hear about the many ways in which the State Poetry Societies have been managing their poetry readings and in-person meetings. This was interesting that, since becoming the CSPS President in 2019, I had learned that our Society, spread out over the great distances of California, has little to no interest in live readings, neither in person, nor via Zoom. Here, each area has a number of long-standing in-person readings organized by various local groups and there is no reason for CSPS to compete with them. Instead, our focus has always remained on the written word – the excellent California Quarterly, which continues to be enjoyed by its readers and contributors, and the colorful, art-filled Poetry Letter with featured poets, monthly contest winners, and book reviews. In particular, the CSPS Board has confirmed its lack of interest in  getting involved in “slam poetry” – improvised, live events, mostly by young, politicized, and often very aggressive poets. 

        After attending the finals of the Blackberry Peach Slam during the NFSPS Convention, I realized that the CSPS Board’s focus on the “printed word” poetry and contests is contrary to the priorities of the NFSPS and may necessitate departing from this Federation. The NFSPS brings together over 30 State Poetry Societies, publishes a quarterly Newsletter with brief reports from the states, manages a website, organizes numerous poetry contests, and creates a variety of national policies. Alas, their recently promulgated policies are quite divergent from our society’s preferences, and therefore cannot be adhered to. Thus, after seeking approval for the separation of California from NFSPS by the Board of Directors this fall, we will bring this to the vote of the membership via online ballots. Please note that the NFSPS does not group all 50 states, and the membership occasionally fluctuates, for instance the state of Wisconsin (where the NFSPS was incorporated) recently left the Federation. This necessitated changing the NFSPS Bylaws that mentioned the state of incorporation (the change was approved). 

Poets participating in the haiku death contest, where poets "fought" 
with 3 haiku each, to advance to the next stage...

       In other news, we continue to commemorate the great poet and poetry activist Deborah P Kolodji (1959-2024). The CSPS received a $10,000 Anonymous donation in her memory and we are now deliberating about the best way to honor her. Debbie was a CSPS member and served as Guest Editor of one issue – which was completely sold out. We will print additional copies, then.  Since we love books and journals, we may create a memorial anthology of poetry genres she loved – haiku, haiga, haibun, and other Eastern genres, as well as poetry of science-fiction and the fantastic. Currently, due to many CSPS members not renewing their membership on time, the Society is losing about a thousand dollars per year – due to increasing costs of printing and mailing of our journal.  So, we may need to save the bulk of the gift to ensure the future viability of our beloved CQ. 

Acrobats by Andrzej Kołodziej, oil on canvas.

        The cover of this issue is a copy of a painting by Polish-Californian painter and poet Andrzej Kołodziej  (known also as Andrew Kolo; d. 2025). The intense hues imbue the geometric landscape of “Pacific Coast Highway” with unusual vitality. In 1981, Andrzej founded KrakArt Group of Polish-born Californian painters, that have held many joint exhibitions in the U.S. and in Poland.  His own artwork frequently featured stylized puppet-like figures of acrobats, musicians, or sun-bathers on the golden beach. The “Eyes of Picasso” poem reveal his affinity with artists who transform and deform what they see into their unique, original artworks. Among Andrzej’s writings, his play The Trial of Dali was the most popular, as it was performed in Australia, Poland and at the Hollywood Fringe Festival (2019). As a promoter of poetry, Andrzej organized the Krak Poetry Group that held bilingual readings in California and Poland. As one of two surviving Krak Poetry Group’s members, I’m glad to be honoring Andrzej’s memory with  hiscolorful art and words.

Maja Trochimczyk, CSPS President


Dance by Andrzej Kołodziej


   

Saturday, August 9, 2025

CSPS Poetry Letter No. 2, Summer 2025 - Part II. Reviews of Judith Valente and Dan Fitzgerald


 
MICHAEL ESCOUBAS REVIEWS THE ITALIAN SOUL BY JUDITH VALENTE

The Italian Soul. How to Savor the Full Joys of Life by Judith Valente. 20 Reflections ~ 20 Illustrations. 192 pages, published by Hampton Roads Publishing, ISBN: 9781642970722

True confessions time for a book reviewer. I am a committed “doer.” I make daily lists of items to get done and become “undone” if I haven’t checked the “completed” box(s) by end of day. I occasionally neglect my family by insisting on writing one more poem or adding one more paragraph to a book review. I like a tight schedule and the feeling that the world may fall apart but for my actions!

ENTER STAGE LEFT: 

The Italian Soul, by Judith Valente. It was her subtitle, How to Savor the Full Joys of Life, which hit me hard upside the head. This remarkable book of life-reflections has taken me hostage. Pulitzer Prize nominee and former NPR journalist, Judy Valente, freely admits similar shortcomings. However, over time she has become a student of contemplative living. The Italian Soul is a labor of love—love that nurtures a  life-long quest to live a full life—a life she found and continues to find in Italy, her ancestral home.

She seeks a more contemplative life,

which means an attitude of the heart that allows one

to see the sacred and poetic in the simple and

mundane elements of daily living.

Her native Italy planted the seeds of change. Italy is a nation ensconced in beauty. As if its landscapes, seascapes, skyscapes, history, architecture, food, wines, and fashions are not enough—Italy offers something more—a gentler, more balanced way of life. In Valente’s words, la dolce vita (the sweet life).

The book is set forth in twenty chapters which describe the ancestral traits that shape her life. For Valente, these “traits” amount to art forms. A few examples follow:

Chapter One: The Art of Conversation

Chiacchiera describes a “stream-of-consciousness” chitchat often meant to simply pass the time. In Italy, casual conversations happen all the time. This differs markedly from my constant “face-in-my-phone” way of life.enjoy idle conversation. Valente offers a brief list of discussion questions at the end of each chapter. Here are the questions following Chapter One:

FOR REFLECTION

Do you have a special place to meet with friends and simply chat?

What is that experience like?

What are some effective ways you have cultivated for coping with loneliness and building a community of friends and support?

What are some ways in which you can forge a better sense of community where you live?

Chapter Two: Fare Bella Figura (the Art of Making a Good Impression)

Italian men and women take care with personal grooming and attire. As Valente asserts, “They would never appear in public looking like an unmade bed.” One grants that God looks at the heart not the physical appearance. Valente’s point is about loving others enough to look one’s best. My grandmother never went shopping in downtown Peoria, Illinois without her makeup, best dress, stockings, and a hat with netting. Without a car, she dressed up to ride the Garden Street bus!

Chapter Four: A Bloody Jesus, a Madonna with Real Hair

This interesting chapter title arrested my attention. It has been noted (tongue-in-cheek) that there are more churches in Italy than grocery stores. Religion is enmeshed within Italian culture. Valente notes that reminders of the sacred are everywhere. While institutional religion has waned nationwide over the decades, Italian communities typically retain their patron saints and traditional festivals. All of this tightens and strengthens bonds of faith and family.

Chapter Six: An Ode to Slow

Italy is among the few countries in the industrialized world that has not succumbed to, as Valente puts it, the cult of fast. Italians spend a lot of time cooking... Don’t get me wrong . . . I love my country and the innumerable advantages it offers. However, Valente makes points well worth listening to and pondering over.

Chapter 13—Looking for Beauty

Valente compares the beauty of two great American cities: Chicago and Washington, D.C. with small towns in Italy. Both American cities have storied, though much different, beauty signatures. Italy offers something much different: 

In Italy, you don’t have to look far. Beauty is often at every step. It might be found in the vicoli—the narrow streets of a 12th-century village, or a stone watchtower, an ornate iron gate, a marble arch, or a fresco-covered church. When I am in Abruzzo, I never tire of looking out on the soaring, snow-capped Apennines, or the amber, yellow, and pink pastel-colored houses that line the streets. 

Valente’s point references back to slowing down and taking in deep draughts of la dolce vita (the sweet life).

This is Holy leisure. A way of life desired by many, realized by few. It is akin to The Rule of St. Benedict, which Valente describes and applies in chapter 18. Benedict divided the day to provide measures of time for prayer, study, work, and rest. Especially, creative “rest” or leisure. 

Valente believes that la dolce vita is within the reach of all, and for what it's worth—this writer is contemplating changes!

~ Michael Escoubas


MICHAEL ESCOUBAS REVIEWS GATHERINGS BY DAN FITZGERALD

Gatherings: Poems by Dan Fitzgerald. 32 Poems ~ 46 pages Publisher: Kelsay Books ISBN: 978-1-63980-697-3.

No less a luminary than John Keats had this to say about why poets write poetry:

Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his

own highest thoughts, and appear

almost as a remembrance.

Keats observation resonated as I took a deep dive into Gatherings, Dan Fitzgerald’s latest collection. What stood out to me was Fitzgerald’s love of life, his commitment to looking for and finding beauty and spiritual sustenance on planet earth. Moreover, Gatherings is “plural,” which suggests a variety of gatherings the poet intends to explore.

Fitzgerald leads with “A Collection of Things.” This poem features common things “gathered” within his home: pictures on the wall, “Picked up over the years, / some cared for with love, / some hung to fill a spot.” Each picture has a story to tell, holds a special place in the poet’s life. They hang by the same things I have in my own home: screws, nails, wires, strings . . . a kind of life-definition . . . we’re “a collection of things.” Considering Keats’ axiom that though

I can’t believe how much time

I waste in a day:

distracted by birds at a fountain,

waylaid by a book found

idle on a table,

ambushed by clouds proud

to be in the sky.

There was that time

when half a day was lost

just talking to an old friend.

And all that time down by the river,

just listening, watching, pondering

how many ways water flows over stones.

It is no wonder I never

get anything done.

This poem refreshes me; it takes me back to my youth, when I held my head under a deep-well pump on 95-degree days in July. Wasting time? Let’s waste more time with such poetry. “Campfire Smoke Rises,” highlights Fitzgerald’s facility with sound and outdoorsy ambiance: “Campfire smoke rises like incense / as the crackling prayers of flames / burn the stacked wood to ash.” The poem continues with brushstrokes that paint

“Stars that blink in the night through milky clouds,” and “fire flares in the dark.” The campfire becomes a kind of “sacrament” as voices “mix with the rising smoke.” The whole poem becomes a mystical experience within the space of a mere seventeen lines.

“Helping Out,” is a gathering of light sources; a varying of senses, shadows, a buffer against that which might otherwise take us down. Here is an excerpt:

I light a candle

from time to time.

There are all kinds scattered

small votives, three inch pillars,

tapers long and short.

The poet's subtlety marries his penchant for candles to practical experiences that define his life:

The one burning now, I lit

this morning when I got out of bed.

This day felt like it needed

a little help to move on its way.

His very surroundings become “gatherings” around which life coalesces. Fitzgerald captures another example of this in “Childhood Picture Gifts.” The poet discovers a long-lost envelope of pictures drawn during his childhood. They had been “resting” in a drawer as if waiting to be rediscovered . . . a blessing deferred. I return to Keats’ axiom as the poet reflects on what “The Years,” have meant:

Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his

own highest thoughts, and appear

almost as a remembrance.They sittogether,

the years,

talking among themselves,

telling old stories,

the occasional old lie.

New things come to them

as the days add up,

making one more year

to join the group.

They seem happy enough,

Even though some have seen

rough times.

Content in a way,

Though a little weary

that there are so many of them now.

I don’t know what to say

to them anymore.

They have heard so much

from me already.

So mostly, I just listen

letting them talk.

They seem pretty good

at telling me what I need

to know.

 

I am confident that John Keats would agree. Gatherings is underpriced at $17.00

~ Michael Escoubas


Cloud Shadows by Maja T.