Zamoscz

More precisely than I
Remember the story he told
Of a garden that grew
By the fortress, he pictured
The little gentile hunchback girl.
A general’s daughter? Something like that. Read more

When Walking Next to Chain Link Fences

I love to strum the run

of tuneless anti-notes

these braided harps have strung

from post to post to post,

dividing fenced-in dogs

from lucky ones on walks

and Barbie-trapping bogs

of grass from sidewalks. Read more

Forced Labour

For Charles Patterson

Translated from the Hebrew by Lisa Katz

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Now

the last leaves

on the trees

leaking their slow

reds and golds

the workers

sluggish in the fields

who are you

that I don’t know

how to look away

don’t want to    your eyes

entering mine

the day is short

the night

long the Master near

Tedna Street

On the balconies, sunlight, on poplars, sunlight, on our lips.
Today no one was shooting, there is just sunlight and sunlight. Read more

To live

To live, as the great book commands,

is to love. Such love is not enough! Read more

If Social Gravities May Sometimes Cross

If social gravities may sometimes cross
her wisened looks when you are on your own–
it is to rub your words on the low depths
of chalky passion slinky naiads loan
only to time, shocking against these shores Read more