Fiction, Poetry and Havering

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Thursday, April 3rd, 2014

Note to Cindy Sherman   You don’t know you ever met me years ago at school in Buffalo. I, an edge-clinger: art events, photo labs, sleeping at Essex Street. You gradually building your vision out of thrift shops, makeup counters, dumpster diving perhaps. Creating not snapshots but whole lifetimes caught. Long-form documentaries in a single […]

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2014

Today’s prompt is “Voyage”.   Voyage   As stars become suns then fade again to stars in passing, I imagine a deep velvety blue where eyes tell only dead black. The nothingness we can see belies the rich stew of motion bubbling beyond our grasp: particles, Higgs energy giving mass. Our course is entered for […]

Tuesday, April 1st, 2014

April is National Poetry Month, and I’m participating in a poem-a-day activity on Writer’s Digest’s poetry blog. Today’s prompt is “Beginnings and/or Endings”.   Daddy You ended as you began. Early spring when flowers and chicks arrive and you on your aunt’s kitchen table during Passover seder. Part of the Promised Land a new generation […]

Monday, March 17th, 2014

Oneiri co.ii   I could not cry, so you cried for me. Each slow drop glistened with forgotten memories then fell on the withered clay turning it into gold-veined porcelain that glowed from within. I turned and kissed the crinkles around your wet eyes.  

Monday, February 10th, 2014

Governance   Lanes closed. Stuck in traffic going nowhere but crazy, the bridge is a gap between jammed up and arrived.   Have you arrived?   Vengeance.  Sweet like antifreeze spilled in the gutter.  

Friday, December 13th, 2013

Caitlyn   Your wild hair flies behind you long and straight as you pump quick-quick down our street never minding the gravel and breaks, daring your friends to catch up.   Taunting the rules but not the laws acting cool when questioned by cops; aflutter inside.   Born too soon or perhaps just right; foster […]

Friday, August 30th, 2013

Carnival Ride Take your handgun on the Ferris wheel– Everyone’s doing it, mustn’t be unarmed. Where would we be if a lonely gunman opened fire on us and we could not reply with skyrocket bullets and Roman candle gore.  

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