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Sandra McPherson

Sandra McPherson is the author of twenty books and is retired from teaching at the University of California at Davis. Her twenty-first book, Quicksilver, Cougars, and Quartz, is forthcoming from Salmon Poetry Press. Recent poems appeared in TriQuarterly, Poetry, Plume, Iowa Review, Crazyhorse, and Ploughshares. She founded Swan Scythe Press.

Nature's Nature

May/June 2017

The Dijon Sky

By Sandra McPherson

The Dijon sky, a little hot on the tongue(this dog has panted out to see its evening), used to feel its reflection in a field of mustard when people— the […]

Poetry

Spring 2012

Peace Sign

By Sandra McPherson

He hitched and balanced this quiet outcome of his carpentry. Finding traction on the roof, he waved the hammer, keeping the rhythm safe, and marked the Dutch facade with code […]

Poetry

Summer 2004

Gospel Disinclined

By Sandra McPherson

The baritones and tenors simply will not sing. My Wurlitzer’s mistakes of hand sound very loud. Their heads lean either down (but are not bowed) or back (but not in […]

Poetry

Summer 2004

Foil

By Sandra McPherson

Lawrence Lebduska, folk artist, painting to please himself, 1961, afterfame and subsequent institutionalization   Lebduska makes fun of a painter, A “genius” By the painter’s own reckoning, Who makes mild […]

Poetry

Winter 1999

The Life Concise

By Sandra McPherson

FROM THE UNPUBLISHED DIARY OF CORA S. CASWELL,         WESTERN NEW YORK STATE, 1881-1890 One day, one line, a thumbnail equilibrium, poised symmetry of summary that adds up like the […]

Poetry

Winter 1999

Jeffrey Dahmer’s Boots

By Sandra McPherson

EMMCO, CIRCA 1966, MADE IN USA Little red button  tightening the rim— clown on toes, its head  at stub-end and feet sprawled up leg.Elephant  on heels. Swags  of a circus tent decorate […]

Poetry

Winter 1994

Outsider: Juanita Rogers

By Sandra McPherson

  Except for when she’s spirited away,       she’ll never leave Alabama. Cohorts and tutelaries   believed from the television       line the one-room surrounding her […]

Poetry

Summer 1992

Women and Vision

By Sandra McPherson

One hundredth of what we see: the nearblind daughter of the decorator, row 6 seat C, beside me on the flight to Providence. A hundred times what we see: Faye’s […]

Poetry

Autumn 1990

Suit and Tie

By Sandra McPherson

          Sewing up shadows: she has no inkling what it's like to be this man. Is it wrong, too dainty, not to want to imagine? She keeps doilies on the bedstands; […]