Tag: wsr poetry corner

They’re hangers-on/Refuse to leave the party.

They’re hangers-on/Refuse to leave the party.

"I fingered the scarves spilling from the large straw basket by the cash register..."

Inspired by the sentencing of the Pittsburgh Tree of Life Synagogue shooter.

'August' is currently missing.

In the past, if we were ever short of good copy for the Rag, I would turn to Mildred Alpern, a longtime contributor of poetry and photographs.

A celebration of the female voice...and a hope that past artistry may serve as inspiration.

Human essence pressed/into a piece of metal/and affixed to a bench/among flowers...

dizzy from the wind/defiant in the rain

Apartment like a shoebox,/One bedroom, four people.

The incendiary pre-dusk disc hovers over the glasspane Hudson/Then balances precariously on faraway peaks of the Jersey shore

Walking through Central Park/ Together with my mother,/I notice the expectation in her eyes...

 Our Hudson today's/A dark undulating jade.

So, looking skyward,/feeling the aching void of what's no longer, I asked for a sign...

We're all going somewhere/And maybe our paths will cross

Don’t judge/Anything goes...

Alas, guess what! dominating space/ Sits a starling chirping loud

If I could be a Christmas tree/Tell you what I’d do

'Twas the night before Christmas on the Upper West Side...

December pulls no punches/ It tells it to you straight