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  November 2017
volume 14 number 2
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  Jonathan Beale
  Marjorie R Becker
  Catherine Berry
  Robert Beveridge
  Bill Cunningham
  Jack Harvey
  Robert S King
  Cynthia Linville
  Genie Nakano
  Jared Pearce
  Margarita Serafimova
  Jeanne Marie Spicuzza
  RK Wallace
  Kelley White
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Cynthia Linville November 2017



photo by richard lee miller

    Cynthia Linville has lived in London, New York, San Francisco, and outside of Washington DC but returned to live in her hometown of Sacramento. She has taught in the English Department at California State University, Sacramento since 2000. Linville served as Poetry Editor of Poetry Now from 2008-2010 and served as Managing Editor of Convergence: an online journal of poetry and art ( from 2008-2018.
    She frequently reads her work in northern California, often in collaboration with musicians, and has received three mini-grants from Poets & Writers. Her work has appeared in many publications and several anthologies. Her two books of collected poems, The Lost Thing (2012) and Out of Reach (2014), are available from Cold River Press.
    Cynthia has been nominated for a Pushcart and has been a featured artist on Sacramento365: (
    She invented a poetic form, the Linvillanelle, which is profiled here:
Medusa's Kitchen



Who We Grow Old to Be

There are places inside us
that no longer exist

We finger memories
sharp and sweet

They feel like nothing
and too much

No one can turn back time
We wear the years on our faces

* * *

We wear on our faces
years that no longer exist
except on the inside

All that seemed so solid
so sharp, so sweet
has slipped through our fingers

The weight of these memories is too much
yet nothing at all

* * *

Almost nothing remains –
our faces have worn thin

The sharpened edges of our memories
have dulled

Our fingers read the years
by braille

We have become
the places inside us

copyright 2017 Cynthia Linville