Month: November 2019

Tinder for poets

On a fall day in New York City I left a poem in Central Park . . . poem is on bench under orange sign  Women and Horses by Maxine Kumin   “After Auschwitz, to write a poem is barbaric.” -Theodor Adorno   After Auschwitz:  after ten of my father’s kin— the ones who stayed—starved, […]


In which I am not a sugar ant

  Respite by Jane Hirshfield   Day after quiet day passes. I speak to no one besides the dog. To her, I murmur much I would not otherwise say.   We make plans then break them on a moment’s whim. She agrees; though sometimes bringing to my attention a small blue ball.   Passing the […]