Category Archives: Commentary



This week, poet, Dominic “Nick” Triglia, shares his unique experience of the October firestorm.

Nick says this about himself:

I was born a “blue baby” in 1950 at the old hospital on Spring St. in Calistoga.  The owners of the hospital always told me I was the last baby born there.  When I found out they were wrong, I changed it to: I was the last good lookin baby born in the hospital.

I wore the blue uniform of the Postal Service for 34 years. I love blue skies, the deep blue sea, blue movies, listening to the blues, and drinking red wine.

Nick is also a producer of poetry events in the Upper Napa Valley



The Whole World Is a Telephone Booth

15 items or less

express lane

in heavy traffic

woman shares

answers to questions

near the

National Enquirer rack



“We packed the RV

then unpacked

got another advisory

my brother in the urn


put back in the house”

Mom takes him back

to the RV

can’t decide

to take him or not

Dad said to leave him

“he’s only ashes anyway”

Mom said, “yeah

but that’s all I’ve got

of him, he’s goin.”







Message Machine

She left his message

of not being home

“to leave a message”

on the phone

seven years

since his passing

his voice lets you know

that he and she

are not at home.


she calls their number

hears his voice

calls five times a day

said  “if he answers

I know our home

is safe from the fire”

Each time she listens

to his recorded voice

she kisses the receiver.





Smoke over the Napa Valley October 2017.       Marina Torres




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When Will We Ever Learn?


Novelist Nathaniel Robert Winters shares a poem today. Find his work at Amazon.




Custer Died For Our Sins

Western train throws a loud whistle

but bison won’t be moved

car screeches to a whiplash halt


Buffalo hunters emerge

bringing down great beasts

too many to count

a hole appears

showing the endless tracks beyond


Locomotive belches black cloud

starts slowly, picking up speed

white way west


Lakota Nation weeps


One hundred fifty years later

it is not tracks that scar Dakota land

but a pipeline

oil way south


Lakota Nation still weeps


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