Inheritances
My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will.
Do you want me to read you what she said?
His phone voice...
Mid-Atlantic Tributaries
Flag folded, receipt penultimate,bridges slumping, leaves rotten, brownedges curling inward, raceunder the trusses, down, downahead of the ice crystals, coagulatingskyward in cobalt, excess...
“The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.”
– Charles Simic
I too
would be a stone
if only I...
Breathing Away the Darkness
At night, lights appear, unseen amongst
daytimes dominating sun.
Scattered bits of moon peering curiously
through window slats.
The warmth of some adjoining room
creeping...
The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience.
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