From the Poets Corner
We have some wonderful new poems from Madlyn Steinhart, Stephanie Sloane, Nicole Freezer Rubens, and Marjorie Levine. Carol Ostrow put her poem on video.
My Mouth is the Measure of My Sanity
~ Carol Ostrow, author of Poems from My Pandemic Pen
It was a perfect storm
On a particular almost desolate highway.
The curves in the grounded road were often
Filled with traffic but on stormy days,
There was a sudden present on one day
One hard rainy day when water filled the air
In moments that gathered and pushed to
A new present with water and visible
Angled lightening that passed in the rear view.
One life, that on most stripped down days
Barely mattered to many or oddly even any,
Turned and that dusk was carved into memory.
On that day, it was a blurry remarkable
Occurrence that happened in almost
Darkness, when the grey ripples
Of thunder in the air parted and
Forced her to listen to nothing.
But she remembered,
She remembered… to slow down.
And then with no warning,
A rapid appearance startled.
And right, moving to left,
From one side to the other side
Two old bent strangers with
No umbrellas, but holding hands…
Crossed the road.
~Marjorie J. Levine, author of Road Trips
Mental Health is crying out for help.
Young, Old, and in between
Not our original intention but Poetry and other creative arts help
Read your reviews if you don’t concur
Let us start the healing because others need poetry
It helps many including this poet
A great gift that keeps giving in ways unimaginable
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author of Put Your Boots on and Dance in the Rain
Two Priests Walk Into a Pizza Joint
May sound like the start of a joke
But it really happened.
Last night at the Four Bros
so dubbed by my niece
We noticed them as they entered
they did stand out
And declared it a blessing
We must have been there awhile
Because upon their exit, they stopped at our table
it pays to be open
A lively conversation ensued
Though we told them we were not of their persuasion
They offered us a blessing
yes, by all means yes,
you can’t have too many of those these days
Would you believe
That Father John had a Jewish music teacher
At seminary school?
hence the rousing rendition of Hava Nagila!
~ Stephanie Sloane, author of Dear Me
July 8, 2022
I saw a man bike by
in navy blue
fried egg socks
and now I’m craving eggs.
One quick look
and I’m gone
onto the next thing,
My Instagram feed
makes me hungry
but does not make me want a pet
I am inspired by so much
and so little
on the streets beneath my feet
and the screens in my hand.
With the world rotating
to its completely upside down position,
I was ashamed to celebrate
the birth of our nation.
I am not sure I can amble on
to our star-spangled banner
We are a mess of bullets and lies,
fire and climate catastrophe,
memorials and marches.
We will run out of fresh flowers
to lay beside our schools, churches and Main Streets.
We are a landscape of boiled border crossers.
We are the return of wire hangers.
Then there are more bullets flying
both aimed and random.
We are a very broken record,
I keep saying I will keep going
until I am the one shoved into the subway track
on the 6 line,
or the harsh metal ammo
finds my body.
I will go and do and fight.
But first, I’ll crack an egg
and watch the edges brown
and the bright yolk bubble
ever so perfectly
inside the burning hot pan.
~Nicole Freezer Rubens, author of “The Long Pause and the Short Breathe”