A Poem for my Mother You unfathomable indescribable you who wiped our noses through the years and dried sad tears inspired us to the good in life – it is not to be taken for granted. You are round as a mound good as a bun you did what you Read more…
You and I I and you being being here now. Why aren’t we all happy? With our entire soul and body. We want we need we try we hide we run from place to place Lost?? Some go forward some go backward where? Live Life, live life Love life, live Read more…
Ash-red the burning sky the cannons of chimneys spit out souls Here come you who want to warm your hands in the hell of fire partake in crime made legal beyond all record of man’s violence Here come you, abjectly cowed able to turn a deaf ear to Read more…
DEDICATION: TO MY MENTOR AND MAINSTAY Felicia Stendig, dead, Bergen-Belsen, May 2nd, 1945 I seek you in the shadowed valley of pain the sockets of my sorrow hollowed eyes telescoped through the thicket of the dark, where tears guard silence; spiky stalactites of salt solidified, in prismic facets of the Read more…
My multi-pleated trousers bound to my bony hips by a shoelace, hiding the shape of my old belly, like a petrified lump of bread in a ragged pocket. Hunger has built its nest in my desolate stomach’s entrails. It has become fruitful and multiplied, filling my insides with thousands of Read more…