today
9 a.m. T-ball Registration Boys and Girls Club Teen Center
read >9 a.m. Apple Solutions for Small Business See Event Description
read >9 a.m. Doris Niles Humboldt County Science Fair Humboldt State University
read >10 a.m. Annual Juggling Festival Humboldt State University
read >6 p.m. Americans for Safe Access Bayview Courtyard Complex
read >6 p.m. Apple Solutions for Small Business Fortuna River Lodge
read >7 p.m. Blondies Open Mic Night Blondies Food And Drink
read >7:30 p.m. A Midsummer Night's Dream Arcata High School
read >8 p.m. Karaoke at Bear River Casino Bear River Casino
read >8 p.m. Karaoke Blue Lake Casino
read >8 p.m. On the Wings of a Dove Carlo Theater (Dell'Arte)
read >8 p.m. Moscow State Radio Symphony Van Duzer Theatre
read >8 p.m. Random Acts of Comedy Arcata Theater Lounge
read >8 p.m. Antigone College of the Redwoods
read >9 p.m. Lisa Baney Cher-Ae-Heights Casino
read >9 p.m. Wig-in-a-Box Karaoke at Aunty Mo's Aunty Mo's Lounge
read >9 p.m. Aftershock Thursdays w/ Da Foot Clan Nocturnum
read >9 p.m. Children of the Sun (blues) Six Rivers Brewery
read >9 p.m. Skerdio, Psy Fi Red Fox Tavern
read >9:30 p.m. Woven Roots, Monk (reggae) Humboldt Brews
read >10 p.m. DJ/Thirsty Thursday Central Station Cocktail Lounge
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Above the Old Barn
By Tamara Jenkinson
Blasting a path of noise
through the forest,
not shy, arms with abandon
reach like desert plants
that feed off air,
drink vapor,
touch their hidden source in the full day.
Witness the little victories:
finding footholds, she risks gathering speed
down hill, quick-thinking her feet to safety,
a bear-trundle run,
middle-aged and savored.
Unseen, the spirit of a young girl
deer-leaps ahead
looks over her shoulder at rodeo scenes,
filly friends, colts on a lead;
oh, she green broke them in their spring sillies.
She shares the forest, she knows she does
with hosts of other women who frolicked
and looked back,
acorn gatherers, homesteaders,
miners' wives and
daughters, watched from afar by cattlemen
who seldom spoke,
who distanced themselves with virgin dreams
held them up and away
like icons, like holy marys,
like mothers never naked,
clothed in expectations.
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