He was brusque, touching her breast. She bristled. Later, at the breakfast after the bris, she brushed him away yet again. Brave, she breathed-in deep, braced herself and bashed him.
Chagall 2017
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The shadows flit across my room
as many falling leaves as once were stars
Wind circles about me and I it
in frenzied dervish
Color vibrates seemingly
randomly
I hug Time
adieu
Clouds scurry alit aloft
moving too fast
Above earth’s patch-quilt
immersed in the gulf-stream
In somber altitude
With a single tug on the hope
I untether
Below my shadow across my room
left behind fallen stars
Chagall 2017
He asked Can I see your notes…did she say that dinosaurs were placid or flaccid?
Peering at him over my bifocals, I replied: Neither. She said they’re diapsid.
Chagall 2017
In autumn I crawl beneath mounds of leaves, to pretend I am them,
mottled, fallen, windy but warmed, formed by thousands of siblings.
Chagall 2017
She said I’ve never seen my pan so clean!
I said You’re welcome, babe. Just call me Pot-Walloper.
Chagall 2017
Sounds in hallways always resound, the whisperers pursue me
The ancient profound precedes me, assumes I’ve succeeded
Relentless chatter, a god and a goddess each alive
Fill my head with asides, soft off-stage banter
I can barely hear
Their disinterest
A good thing
For now
Chagall 2017
A bird in the shower singing aware where the reverb lies and the echoes are;
awash in spray she trills.
Chagall 2017
And then forever resounds: it is the wordless utterance of a sage,
filled with quiet and humility, apropos of everything
Chagall 2017 – with great reverence for El Bardo
Millennia from now, they dug and found, the Universe framed in stone – Chagall 2017
She said It’s a potato with onion, floured and deep-fried
Oh – I said – so it’s knish-ish
She said Wha’?
Chagall 2017
Visit Katz’s Deli!
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