Wednesday 5 February 2014

3 Poems by B.Z. Niditch


A morning
as ordinary
as oats
watching a sled
in a lost season
recover a child
with a crushed arm
now abscessed thoughts
rescue on blue hills.


I have lost
our reciprocal letters
of my childhood friend
when he suddenly
passed out of my life
outside the sea home
now harboring pebbles
to throw back
in the ocean's wave
when we built
the orange kayak
reflecting as the sun
gleams on a torn
blue envelope.

4 AM

French bread
resembling a
quarter moon
on the granite table
an hour ago
by the tentative night

The artist
drawn to exhaustion
of a lost landscape
in solitude
by sleeplessness.


B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.  He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

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