Tuesday 5 May 2015

4 Poems by B.Z. Niditch


Not really
a new born in hat
from a Mexico suburb
an inlet drawn by Orozco
you in red
high heels
a half mile away
by a hay loft horse
me on a bicycle ride
from a half truth story
in a luxury cab;
not really
a poem
a drunkard leaf
then a hurricane
a whirlwind
a tropical storm
a loss
a death;
not really.


Rates of statistics
from catastrophic
climate critics
not listened to;
upon the mountain
a mother and child
under shadows of trees;
only drops of rain.


The lobster cargo now
bound for another port
here in Gloucester
by Good Harbor
seeking spoken  support
in prayer that sings out
from fisher kings
tiny statues now broken
over the ringed floor
from the Northeaster
on their knees,
their strong wives
once behind shades
of their cottage house windows
listening to echoes on radio waves
of their rough sounding lives
during the pelting snow storm
turning to rain which melts
and parks its shadows on earth
pounding with a northeast wind
on frozen mornings like this
icicles form as silhouettes
across these jetties
waiting with curiosity
for any possibility of rescue
in these dark green seas
with sea birds disappearing
and you hearing the breath
of the volcano type hail,
four stories high, staring at
the hump backed whales
expecting a picture with tales
from your ship, the Quarto
once on a striped star shipping lines
by the heavy drawn locks
and you now sitting by the docks
sipping Portuguese wines.


In a chaos color
of a mural
in a winter flash
through Pacific light
of a city traveler
the eye
full of pronouns
wounds the hot earth
near the warmest body
at sea,
when even the sleepless
will rise on canvas
to blanket the earth
with pantomime green
innumerable as half- moons
on a brackish shore line
of trees.


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; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”
He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.


  1. I'm so used to a certain playfulness in BZ Niditch's work that these feel much heavier by comparison. Especially "Not Really", because it's so flippant with its words, but uses that seeming carelessness to take us down a suddenly darker path.

    As always, I love it.

  2. Thank you DF Paul for your apt analysis of my playfulness helps to uncover my new poetry's decisiveness in its capacity and Orphic depth, you realize the sensibility and love for language we poets share with our friends and fans.