Poetry, fiction, literary non-fiction
Upon not going to Poland
- Out of Line, Fall/
I am an August baby,
a birthday girl whose big day stole by
year in year out, while everyone was out of town.
Marked by cards from a faithful few,
celebrated by a solitary ice cream cone, or two.
I want to ask the other August boys and girls:
Does the toll still crawl on inexorably
even minus fanfare and cymbals?
Or, if she pushes ahead unnoticed through the years
does an August baby remain forever young?
- Feature poem for month of August 2005, Scars 2005 Poetry Wall Calendar
For May, when her lithium is wearing thin
-California Quarterly, Vol. 26, No. 4, 2000
The Yiddish I Never Knew
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