an old writer and his words

To all of the mothers and those who mother. A new post on my Substack at https://theoldpoet.substack.com/p/mothers-day

My longest published poem first published in Triumph and Torture, Scars Publications 2001 The second and final part of the poem is not alive on my Substack Feed which I hope you will visit as it is my new writing home although I will continue to occasionally post on this blog as well. https://theoldpoet.substack.com/p/scenes-from-a-murder-trial-a-play-2be

Digging back into the vault for a poem that should never have to have been written and which sadly may have to be written again somewhere. You can read on on my substack by clicking below:

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It has certainly been a while. Life has a way of doing that to you.  When I started writing I never imagined I’d still be doing it and trying to get it published at age 74. Yet here I am still at it. This blog has been dormant for quite a while, I know. But…

Alfred Hitchcock would be jealous White Ibis, Glossy Ibis, Great Egrets, Snowy Egrets and Boattail Grackles

O.D. No one ever really thinks about vision, hellif you can see there is no reason to do so.Even the word, ocular is one we only hearin connection to devices, think binoculars.And yet we live in an ocular world, even linguistsrecognized this and created semiotics.People like me think of vision all of the time.You do…

In a perfect worldAmichai and Darwishhave become good friends.Each Thursday in the late morningthey would meet at the Basem’s Gallery and Cafè,Mahmoud would always have Turkish coffee,Yehuda would order an espresso ora dry cappuccino depending on his mood.In a perfect worldYehuda and Mahmoudsip their drinks and share ideas,share words,share lines,share poems,share the Holy City.In a…

Trigger Warning: An All Too Familiar Story Simon’s Rock College of Bard, December 12, 1992 The blood of childbirthis clotted, collectedin large plastic bagslabeled biohazard.They are gatheredeach evening, takento the incineratorand burned.The blood of childbirthis never morethan a day old;it has its owncrematorium. The earth receivesthe blood of Gaza willingly,watering the sliding sands,the hard pack…