Tag Archives: Spring 2008 Poetry

Women at the Diner: A Poem

Every Thursday for thirty years,
at the same corner table,
they carefully stir sugar,
never a substitute,
into lukewarm tea.

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To My Aunt Who Was Recently Found Dead in a Motel Room

I don’t remember when it became February.

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Christmas Cold: A Poem

We don’t hold hands anymore,
I’m not the hero I once was
And you find your heroes now in high school hallways.

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Beauty: A Poem

A few months before
my older son took his life
he called home and told his mom
I saw beauty

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Woman of Olives: A Poem

Woman of olives
You are the fragrance of all of Italy.

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Reading: A Poem

As I watch you move from shelf to shelf,
I think to myself that
our bodies are like books,
already, always,
second-hand,

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Freddy’s Father: A Poem

He didn’t say much
but his wife made up for it,
usually at his expense.

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Red Bank’s Carlton Theatre: A Poem

It wasn’t the deep south.
No sign at the entrance read:
Negroes must sit in the balcony.

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Editor’s Choice: Two Poems by Ashok Niyogi

I love babies
aberrations can go to hell
this is the witches’ hour
when malevolent swallows
glow out of habitat hollows

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Inside: A Poem

The house is in levels. Inside, the dust caked on
every surface like protection of a past worth
savoring.

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Amen: A Poem

He looks far into the horizon. Sniffing the coming
wind.

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