Category Archives: Poetry

At my great-grandfather’s hundredth birthday party

I missed the girl down the street’s 7th birthday party at the YMCA to drive to New York & celebrate my great-grandfather; old Jewish man, a lingerie salesman – a miracle to me. I was closer to the number zero … Continue reading

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Litany of all the friends I’ve ever loved & one year later

i. She is a gentle Sunday morning where you patter out barefoot to see the rain murmur down casement windows in the kitchen. She is a cup of coffee and fresh flowers and the one who seeks things amidst the … Continue reading

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Self-portrait as Bumblebee

My body becomes a war of attrition and I am sat like Wilfred Owen in a November foxhole – killed one week before the guns stopped firing. I waited a long time to tell you that what I desired was … Continue reading

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Rain (4:33)

The last time we performed the duet, we walked back in the mid-afternoon rain; the music followed us home. You carried the case for your violin, my hands became too preoccupied in protecting the quarter notes and treble clefs that … Continue reading

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My Grandfather was a Neurosurgeon Who Operated on Che Guevara

is the fun fact about myself I tell all the boys at house parties. They blink rapidly and then dissolve into laughter. And the island that sits somewhere between thumb and forefinger, is always at the back of my mind. … Continue reading

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Magic Bus

What about the invisible wheelchair? she asked. Who drives it? Where do its wheels rest? Nowhere, child. Sit still. There are things you must pretend not to see. Is anything there now? No. So hush, child, hush. We do not … Continue reading

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The Walkway

Half-paved, half-overgrown, the walkway disappears. The courtyard drips; a rain from forty years ago still shocks; the same sky lours. Is there nothing new, nothing to lift the mind from grey flood and concrete? The body needs must bend, the … Continue reading

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