Our Anthology

The Place That Inhabits Us:

Poems of the San Francisco Bay Watershed

~Selected by Sixteen Rivers Press

~Foreword by Robert Hass

“What a splendid volume of poetry and what an incredible range of poets—including some of the greats as well as the yet unknown—and what a rich and impressive array of topics, themes, settings, and emotions! If you love poetry and poetics, you will be smitten over and over again by this cornucopia, this amazing, diverse harvest.” —Michael Krasny, Forum, KQED-FM, San Francisco

“One of the great pleasures of this anthology is that, at a certain moment, a group of early-twenty-first-century poets made a selection of poems about the place that mattered to them, so that this book is about the experience of place—and about being given the remembered expression of the experience of place by others who have lived here. And that begins to be a culture.” —Robert Hass, from the foreword

The Place That Inhabits Us Poems of the San Francisco Bay WatershedThe poems in this anthology embody what it’s like to live in the astonishing weave of cities and towns, landscape and language, climate and history that make up the greater San Francisco Bay Area. Selected by the members of Sixteen Rivers Press, a regional poetry collective named after the web of rivers that flow into San Francisco Bay, the poems in The Place That Inhabits Us are drawn from both a physical and a metaphoric watershed. From the granite slopes of the Sierra to the Delta, through the Coastal Range to the bay and shores of the Pacific, one hundred poems by poets well known and not well known, living and dead, map this improbable region. There are egrets and grievous losses here; prayers, panhandlers, Delta mornings and sunsets in the ’hood; the fog, certainly, and the bridges, but there are shades of Dante on a Miwok trail, and Wang-wei haunts the slopes of Grizzly Peak. These poems are internal maps, the mental maps “that for humans,” writes Robert Hass in the foreword, “make a place a place.” Gathered together, they evoke the San Francisco Bay watershed, the place that inhabits us.

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Publication date: 2010

Paperback / 160 pages

ISBN: 978-0-9819816-1-1

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Poems by Kim Addonizio • Ellery Akers • Yehuda Amichai •
Ellen Bass • Stella Beratlis • B. A. Bishop • Chana Bloch • Robert
Bly • Barbara Swift Brauer • Tom Centolella • Nancy Cherry •
Laura Chester • Marilyn Chin • Catharine Clark-Sayles • Dan
Clurman • Gillian Conoley • Constance Crawford • Patrick Daly•
William Dickey • W. S. Di Piero • Mark Doty • Sharon Doubiago•
Ellen Dudley • Robert Duncan • Camille Dungy • Quinton
Duval • Don Emblen • Donna Emerson • Martín Espada • Peter
Everwine • Sharon Fain • Ann Fisher-Wirth • Molly Fisk • Jean V.
Gier • Sandra Gilbert • Dana Gioia • Linda Gregg • Thom Gunn•
Ken Haas • Forrest Hamer • Robert Hass • Zbigniew Herbert •
Lee Herrick • Brenda Hillman • Jane Hirshfield • Tung-hui Hu •
John Isles • Robin Leslie Jacobson • Joyce Jenkins • Alice Jones •
William Keener • Carolyn Kizer • August Kleinzahler • Jeff Knorr•
Phyllis Koestenbaum • Susan Kolodny • Joanne Kyger • Melody
Lacina • Ursula Le Guin • Priscilla Lee • Julia Levine • Larry Levis•
Karen Llagas • Jeanne Lohmann • Morton Marcus • Stefanie
Marlis • Jack Marshall • Tom McCarthy • Jane Mead • Stephanie
Mendel • Josephine Miles • Czeslaw Milosz • Alejandro Murguía•
Charlotte Muse • Jim Nawrocki • Diana O’Hehir • George Oppen •
Daniel Polikoff • D. A. Powell • Jim Powell • Zara Raab• Kenneth
Rexroth • Adrienne Rich • Kay Ryan • John Savant• Eliot Schain •
Aaron Shurin • Richard Silberg • Gary Snyder • Gary Soto • David
St. John • Amber Flora Thomas • Daniel Tobin• Mark Turpin • Lew
 Welch • Walt Whitman • Kathleen Winter• Al Young • C. Dale
Young • Gary Young

 

Links to reviews of The Place That Inhabits Us

Murray Silverstein was interviewed in the online Issue 1 of POECOLOGY.

Molly Spencer reviewed The Place That Inhabits Us in the January 2013 issue of the online journal Flycatcher.

Ellery Akers’ poem “The Word That Is a Prayer” featured in Ted Kooser’s American Life in Poetry column 312 on 3/14/11

Review by Alexa Mergen in Rattle’s online blog (1/25/11)

Publicity for Sacramento Public Library reading and article about Sixteen Rivers Press in Jannie Dresser’s column, San Francisco Poetry Examiner (9/6/10)

Review by Pamela Biery in Sacramento News & Review (6/10/10)

Dean Rader’s column in the San Francisco Chronicle (4/4/10)

Petaluma360.com Book Case blog (3/29/10)

 

Links to readings at Diesel, A Bookstore, in Oakland on July 11, 2010

Al Young reading “Time Spirals” by Kenneth Rexroth

Al Young reading “For Kenneth and Miriam Patchen”

Richard Silberg reading “Sunset”

Richard Silberg reading “The Poem for Gonzales, California” by Morton Marcus

Jack Marshall reading “Her Flag”

Jack Marshall reading “Psalm” by George Oppen

Susan Kolodny reading “The Great Blue Heron” by Carolyn Kizer

Susan Kolodny reading “Koi Pond, Oakland, California”

Dan Clurman reading “In a Doorway on Powell Street”

Dan Clurman reading “Gift” by Czeslaw Milosz

The poets of Sixteen Rivers deeply regret that the last five lines are missing from Julia Levine’s “Golden Gate” as it appears the first printing of our anthology, The Place That Inhabits Us. The poem appears correctly beginning with our second printing of the anthology. Here is the poem in its entirety:

 

Golden Gate

For the lonely, the bridge is a seam between two skies.
And sky, the lowest register of sleep.

Once a colleague of mine locked her baby in a room
and drove two hours out to this bridge to die.

And driving through these fields of mustard,
not even a glimpse of two bulls fighting in the hills

could keep my friend from climbing the guardrail,
skirt hiked up.

Now my daughter opens her mouth to the radio’s song,
face turned toward the window,

and I see I was mistaken:
I’ve been speaking to my younger self all along,

swaying on the bridge up there, a handful of pills
sleek as bullets cupped against her lips.

Tell me, what is loneliness,
if not the strain of standing on the edge of all you know?

Look, my daughter says suddenly,
pointing to the ocean’s watery nothing.

Which is beautiful and blue and carnal. For the sea,
everything that matters is the sky

as it is interrupted by a bridge: thinnest line
that can hold two worlds together

without becoming one.