August 15, 1952 at the Copa by Peter M. Gordon In black and white photos No one in my family ever smiled Except that night Shoulder to shoulder around table twenty-five Cigarettes smoldering Beaming at the camera Uncle Bernie, Aunt... Continue Reading →
Curiosity Box by Peter M. Gordon Searching far corners at a garage sale I find an old California job case Filled with a life’s small souvenirs With a grey rag I excavate accumulated dust Unearth a bright green Volkswagen beetle... Continue Reading →
Yiddish by Peter M. Gordon Every day in my Brooklyn neighborhood Grizzled men in skullcaps carried newspapers Covered with mysterious runes Sat on green wooden benches Planted on concrete islands Between lanes of broad boulevards Holidays smelled of sauerkraut, boiled... Continue Reading →
Night Game by Peter M. Gordon Crouch in the batter’s box. Dig toes in the dirt. Peer over my left shoulder toward the mound Hands back and high. Watch the poems flung at me from the dark. Nouns and verbs... Continue Reading →
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