RecollectionsA poem by Gary Grossman Recollections Home on a second grade afternoon, I sit at the small red formica table in Gramma’s kitchen, doing homework—inhaling thyme and lemon from bubbling soup stock. She said “I don’t have recipes”, “it’s shitteryne*,... Continue Reading →
The Quiet A poem by Gary Grossman The QuietRising before the sunI leave the bed softly,my beshert unstirred,then tread across our slate-blueSpanish floor, its breatheunseen in the dark.Every day yields thin sheets ofhappiness, to be separated,and held lightly by their... Continue Reading →
Growing up Poor A poem by Gary Grossman Growing up Pooris like Herpes simplex—never cured, won’t leave,always texting to hang.It just lays there silently,until life chews me upand spits me out, like myfirst bite of cheap steak—then,and only then, it... Continue Reading →
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