Category Archives: poetry

I picked corn and beans Put them in a stew pot With side of beef lard peas too Cooked on ma’s old stove Stirred the mess Smells filled the room All stark and rich Got dark out Lit the lamps … Continue reading →

there no, not there to the right my right lighter much lighter okay now harder stop touching me Stop? stop just stop let’s talk tell me you love me say it say it again Love you? Is that a question? … Continue reading →

she says what comes to mind is “death” maybe because I am the oldest person in the room you know closer to death the derivation of the word fascinates me end of breath a state of being old when teeth … Continue reading →

Christmas is the cat who crouches on the keyboard when you are writing an important cover letter for an application to law school and when you gently pry her off she digs her claws in and howls like you are … Continue reading →

he punched the storm door so hard it splintered into spikes of glass one shard slashed his hand sent us to the emergency room I drove because his hand was wrapped in a towel. I forget what made him so … Continue reading →

dumped in Denver me and the baby with our broke down beat- nik bus, no husband, no boy- friend, not fifty cents in my pocket. I knocked at the door of Volunteers of America (music stopped I didn’t get a … Continue reading →

I should say that more I should thank my husband for validating me I should thank my son and daughter for validating me I should thank the woman at the hospital for validating my parking chit which acknowledges that I … Continue reading →

In the pitching saltsweet waves our family with canny boys and squeals of tourists all geared up snorkeling sputtering as the water  splashes round us, slippery bodies diving through the peacock seas. Boys when floating in the seas Mandated close … Continue reading →

Coming on to winter skies Sky is faded dully cloud lake drums raucous shrunken cries My cat Izzy wonders wise Why the gulls shriek plaintive loud Against the blur of graying eyes. Me and Izzy share the sighs Sight of … Continue reading →

what being Jewish meant I imagined my ancestors prancing around campfires in silks, fortune fleecing peasants but I have no gypsy blood. Seventy thousand Jews fled Romania between 1898 and 1904 Picture: a very large Fusgeyer group with men and … Continue reading →