Monday 5 November 2018

2 Poems by Richard Luftig


In Japanese, a farthest, dead-end place

These unlucky pines

go against their fate.

Each pine the only

pine, each moment

the only one

in this life. I look

and see no-thing,

turn my face

to the hawk

wind, coldest

of winter.

Today is all

I am, perhaps

the last poem

I ever might be.


Plant two on your hill

And in fall songbirds will feast

On the seeds. Next spring

You will have one-hundred

Times the flowers spreading

Among the pinyon oak.


I am a former professor of educational psychology and special education at Miami University in Ohio now residing in California. My poems and stories have appeared in numerous literary journals in the United States and internationally in, Canada, Australia, Europe, and Asia. Two of my poems recently appeared in Ten Years of Dos Madres Press.

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