remembering the holocaust
on a day like this* you scour your mind and heart for the right words to write. for the right words to honor the day as best as you can. but instead of trying to craft the perfect sentences, i’ll...
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grief is a wave crashing onto shore, washing away footprints, dethroning sandcastles, and retrieving into its abyss. grief is the tears that form in your stomach, a nervous ache that travels up to your...
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blogathon haiku: sad songs
today is haiku day for the annual blogathon. in my 2010 haiku and in the one below i explore grief and loss, which has been on my mind (and heart) lately. isn’t it interesting how a certain song or...
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9.11
{the view from central park; taken in 2010} today, i’m reposting a piece i wrote last year on 9.11. we came to nyc in 1989 with several suitcases and some cash. we knew very little english. some of...
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courage
It started in your breast. But with radiation and surgery, it stopped there. Five years. Five glorious years with good health. Then it started in your bones. And wove its way through your body a snake...
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a letter to my father
Thank you for buying me and mama a can of Coca-Cola on our first day in America. For some reason that memory is carved into the grooves of my mind. Thank you for being so gentle. For keeping your...
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For Sandy Hook
In Memory of a Child by Vachel Lindsay I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy we led. II He cannot come to harm, He knows more than we know,...
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before the end
Last month I took Maya Stein’s poetry class Writing the Snapshot: A 10-Line Tuesday Tutorial. I’ve been a huge fan of Maya’s poetry ever since I discovered it in Patti Digh’s book Creative is a Verb....
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truth telling
I want to write a poem. A petite but poignant poem. A poem so breathtaking You stop what you’re doing To drink my words. Words that feel urgent And necessary. A cold glass of water After mowing the...
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happy father’s day
As I’ve been working on my book, I’ve been looking through boxes, lots of boxes, filled with old journals, cards and letters. I came across a Father’s Day card. It’s probably the prettiest card I’ve...
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