Waiting for Daybreak
Curled up like a new leaf poised to spring open, I don’t dare budge lest I find you spirited away like last night’s muddled dreams. Glued to your side, my hand pressed against the small of your back, I wait… Read more ›
Curled up like a new leaf poised to spring open, I don’t dare budge lest I find you spirited away like last night’s muddled dreams. Glued to your side, my hand pressed against the small of your back, I wait… Read more ›
I was a scrawny kid with two left feet who stumbled over cracks in sidewalks and could not bear to see a caterpillar set afire or a butterfly stripped of its wings. I was always falling, from monkeybars and swings… Read more ›
After the shooting, we waited like expectant parents for your first breath. Unconscious of our presence, you drifted in a galaxy light years away, tethered to your life support of tubes and hose, your head thrown back in deep repose.… Read more ›
Half the teachers at the Lycee Mixte in Beja were called Jean-something When his girlfriend broke with him, Jean-Pierre fell into a funk so deep, they clamped him in a stretcher and shipped him to a rest home in Toulouse.… Read more ›
When I found you on a beach in Fiji, you’d floated up from depths where even avid divers could not reach you. Through years of ebb and tide your countershading kept you hidden from all predators. Seen from above your… Read more ›
My father said that everyone Should stick to his own kind, Jews to Jews, Colored to colored, Latin to Latin, Sorted and labeled Like nails and screws and bolts In jars along the shelf. Uncle Morris railed against Spic gangs… Read more ›
One look at me, You can tell that I’m no Irishman. The hallmark of my race Is stamped upon my face Like an appellation controlee Affixed to a bottle of French wine As my father used to say, A Jewish… Read more ›
They hang on a bent nail In the garage Or lie scattered Amid matchbooks and loose change In the nightstand drawer, Bright brass and tarnished metal Clustered on rings or solitary, Their sets of ridged teeth Like miniature sawed off… Read more ›
To hunt for snipe requires A pirate’s cunning And a child’s willful suspension Of disbelief. No adults need apply. One whiff of them, The creature slinks away, Crinkling his snout And hoisting his tail In undisguised disdain. Nor is snipe… Read more ›