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SHJ Issue 7
Fall 2013

[Two Poems]

by Steven Hendrix

At the Caffe Trieste, North Beach

I fall asleep
	over my open notebook
		and my cappuccino

the barista takes a picture
	and jestingly calls it
		the poet at work


Planting Seeds

My great uncle would take my mother
grocery shopping when she was a young girl
and let her try the fruit as they walked through the market
grapes or plums or apricots or apples
telling her it was free as long as she
finished it before they reached the register.


SHJ Issue 7
Spring 2013

Steven Hendrix

holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature and an M.A. in English Literature from California State University, Long Beach. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pearl, Re)verb, genre, Conceit, and Bank-Heavy Press’s Kisses with Fishes. He currently resides in Orange County, California.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury