Geoff Neill and Zoe Keithley
Monday, Sept. 14 at 7:30 PM
SPC at 1719 25th Street
Host: Tim Kahl
Geoff Neill is a local poet, host, and publisher. His poems have appeared in several anthologies, including Late Peaches and Sacramento Voices. He is the founder and publisher of little m press, which has published around thirty chapbooks for many of Sacramento’s favorite poets. Geoff hosts the second Thursday of each month at Joe Montoya’s Poetry Unplugged at Luna’s Cafe. He lives in Sacramento with his family.
yearning, humming
there is a yearning humming wave in every city
composed of all its parts
comforting and quieting a certain
deep seated fear of silence
even at night
the drones of distant tires
slapping endless pavement
darkly reflecting the streetlights
or electric boxes buzzing or
humming selling or singing
waft through an open
bedroom window
where you lie with your
body or your leg or your
finger gently resting against
the soft skin of the one
who comforts and quiets
a certain deep seated fear
of a different sort
Zoe Keithley is a poet, fiction writer and writing workshop leader from Chicago now living in Sacramento. She has a Master of Arts in the Teaching of Writing from Columbia College, Chicago, is a Pushcart nominee, and founding member of the Chicago poetry ensemble World Enough & Time. Her poetry has appeared in Light Messenger, Sleeping with Dionysus, the National Poetry Anthology, Hyphen Magazine, and Sacramento Poetry Center Anthologies 2014 & 2015. Her poetry collection, Crow Song, was published here by Sacramento’s Roan Press. Zoe is also a fiction writer & leader of fiction workshops here at the Poetry Center. Her first novel, The Calling of Mother Adelli, about a teacher with a student she cannot handle appeared on Amazon in 2014. The second novel, A Gathering Back, is expected out around Christmas and the New Year.
Morning Light
Leaf tips raised to fire.
The familiar breeze, like a cat
brushes the marked green spears.
Clusters of infant fruit
shine female under the brooding canopy.
Behind them, the thick trunk gnarls upward
mounted by the ravening ivy.
My own yearning rushes out to meet me.
The beloved is everywhere.