2 Poems
The Parable of the Air-House When the Hatted Man passed through our gates, his stovepipe’s crown looked like the chimney of our synagogue (when viewed from the tree line past town). His jacket was blacker than what I see when I imagine piano keys. We gathered wherever he chose to stand: by Math-Less Mendel’s shop [...]
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Blood Map
I couldn’t survive the Alpine mountain sloping from my name: bending alder branches into tent frames by hand, jackdaws calling me to streams where deer, arrow-pierced, finally fall. I tracked the stag whose antlers snagged my ancestry to a cul de sac. There, my cousins were sounds raccoons made scavenging trashcans. My grandmother told me [...]
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