Category Archives: Poetry

Her fingertips were icicles within the pocket where his shoulder met his neck. She shocked him into consciousness with skin as cold as water on his face. The wreck of sleep was pushed aside; my brother rose from rumpled sheets, … Continue reading →

A little sadness circulates in me this week, like oatmeal in my blood instead of soup. I doggy-shake my head to free my neck for fantasy, but still I’m dead to flights of fancy: feet of clay in mud that … Continue reading →

I’m walking Wednesday morning to the train with thoughts about religion in my head, distracting me from periodontal pain by contemplating what I’ve lately read, and disapproving more the more I’ve learned of organized religion. As a Jew I’ve kept … Continue reading →

While horses are abundant in the West, nobody here has seen a unicorn. And though some Salem women once confessed to witchery, our homeland is forlorn of wizards, warlocks, covens in the night, or fairies, fauns and satyrs in the … Continue reading →

Tomatoes and potatoes and cocaine, dark chocolate, avocado, coffee, corn, transplanted marijuana: feed my brain and fuel my body. Flora I was born to love, the manna of my continent – celebrate with me the gifts of earth unfurled, new … Continue reading →

I guess some days are bound to be like this. Annoyed about the number on the scale, I cast about for fuel and then the kiss I give my boy goodbye is silver pale against the heat I nurture in … Continue reading →

Shall I describe the things I can’t control? The feelings of another (or my own), the politics of anywhere, the roll of clouds against the sky, my shattered phone. I cannot make the planets move apart or change one angry … Continue reading →

When I was young my parents entertained their neighbor friends, and then it boggled me how women kitchen-stuck and clucked, exchanged three illness stories and a recipe, while men around the fireplace converged, discussing politics and business goals. From that … Continue reading →