Tag Archives: Ed Krizek

Loss

1 Evergreens drop their needles and leave a soft path of decay. At the end lies a black pool surrounded by willows. The long branches guide raindrops onto the pool’s surface. The water is deep as grief. 2 Though we … Continue reading

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Shrine

I have collected totems in sixty-two years, bought a wood and glass cabinet. Framed in black an All-America certificate, statuette holds the globe with Who’s Who written on it, framed the diplomas which hang on the wall. These are for … Continue reading

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21-18

Two-bedroom apartment in Queens. Parked cars lined both sides of the street. Two-story building red wooden front door. Mrs. Goodman stomped between rooms upstairs. Intermittent trees blown down by Hurricane Donna. My friends and I played in the fallen branches … Continue reading

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