I was delighted to be published in Room Magazine, a Canadian publication with a great reputation. “Garbled” appear in their issue on sibling relationships in 2011

http://www.roommagazine.com/issues/siblings

Garbled

She tries to forgive the sister

who slapped her by omission

when the others were invited up

that long hot weekend

flies buzzing over the potato salad

the badminton net sagging

everyone sitting on the old webbed garden chairs

or squeezed together on the garden glider

chewing the family fat, succulent as pork,

while she was left behind like a child’s sock

under the bed.

She tries to forgive but instead

swallows her pain,

sucks on it for years

like a hard candy

and finally lets it lodge in her throat

so whenever she speaks

her voice sounds bumpy

and bruised and no one

can really understand

much of what she says

I love New Haven….it’s an amazing city. Historic, cultural, sometimes gritty, filled with talented people. This is my winning ode to my adopted town. “This Haven” appeared in the New Haven Review

thThis Haven

Back when the river was lush with oyster,

long before the Hector rounded the point,

the first tribes understood the sanctity of promise.

Through season and tide, through harvest and flood,

who knows how many oaths have been sworn or shattered

between the red rocks of this land?

Think of the Sachem giving his nod,

scratching his mark on the line next to Eaton’s,

expecting that strangers would honor their word.

Think of a colony anchored at the Meeting House,

planting its hopes on nine new squares,

trusting that the Maker would always provide.

Here, to this haven, dredged deep by courage,

came scholar and merchant, mutineer and protector.

Here, to this sanctuary, carved rich by immigrant,

came artisan and craftsman, inventor and muse.

In time, the fame of the village rippled beyond harbor.

In time, a city grew, mosaic-shaped and celebrated.

Who knows, tomorrow, what promises will be seeded

in this still new shelter

where each generation’s covenant lies entwined with the next,

broken and frayed, perfected and whole?

Continue reading I love New Haven….it’s an amazing city. Historic, cultural, sometimes gritty, filled with talented people. This is my winning ode to my adopted town. “This Haven” appeared in the New Haven Review

This poem is for sensitive men everywhere. Gendered Chrysalis appeared in Calliope, the official magazine of the Mensa association in Winter, 2010.

Winter 2011- Issue 130http://calliopeontheweb.orgHPIM0078

Gendered Chrysalis

Long before he understood much, he sensed

that when he slid out from the dark folds

of his mother’s body,

weewee unfurling like a flag,

everyone saluted his boyness.

Long before he understood much, he feared

fists and headlocks, the lunging towards his solar plexus,

all the noisy dares that defined the bullies on the playground.

Long before he understood much, he saw

that the tough ones followed siren songs into manhood,

speeding cars, war drums, drunken brawls,

the whole fire truck of adolescence

too loud for comfort.

Long before he understood much, he knew

he belonged

to those who were constantly listening,

ready to take in the fragile mewing of a small

cat under the porch, ready to marvel at the harmonics

of rain on the galvanized roof.

Long before he understood much, he reveled

in the gentle flute, the piano without pedals.

His first love was a short, gentle

sonata, tender, and never forgotten.

His second was a woman with a voice

clear as water.

Trusting his instincts, confiding

only in softer souls,

he grew into a man blessed with

perfect pitch and quiet hobbies,

still a man.