Following up on my last post—Three Poems to be Published—I can now post two of them, below. (Once a magazine comes out, the rights revert back to the author). The first is from the magazine Constellations; the second, from the British magazine Seaside Gothic.
The One-Time Grandma
Was only four the one time ever she came to see me brought me a truck filled with hard candy doors opened, tires rolled just this one gauzy image— her abundant, smiling face craning down to me a face that held a theater I couldn’t know of cobwebs and cold corners of unpainted pain in triplicate and difficult wishes boiling in pots on an ancient stove ears that held the screaming of her sister being raped over and over by a mob of men and of distant death and death too close at the hands of thugs and militias hate, rape, thievery and murder in the pogrom of 1905 as it had been for Jews for millenniums
What Happened When We Emerged from the Ocean, Anyway
What happened when we emerged from the ocean, anyway returned from eternity and the Moses shores Reborn in the Jersey lights— the high sheen of industrial blood and glitzy sin Here on the boardwalk where kids fly across lit towers and lizard eyes spy from wild rides The wooden coaster tattoos the horizon like a snake goddess, great wheels topple to the music of clatter and screams A cavalcade of plush figures, necklace of chance stands and fry huts, where lunatic visages frame dark portals with invitations to cheap seduction Ghosts of Freud and Coney Island yet watch from the grandstands play Fascination with Madame Twisto and the Mule-Faced Boy Ten-wheelers tear the ancient sands flowers show from the boxes of jeweled motels where Jews and Italians once shared radio songs of Rosemary Clooney and Johnnie Ray