Hello. Since the Oscars are coming up and I throw a party every year, I thought I would write about movies. I will start with a poem which is in Late Model. A poem I wrote during the pandemic but might just be shapes of things to come. Thanks for reading. Zack Missing […]
Ten I am ten I am always ten alone in the vastness of a dark movie theater not the first time but clarity of memory being left “you stay here” others are there say nothing complicit while I sit alone like a dog “stay” see groupings families but not for me aware of
Christmas Greeting Standing on a podium in the middle of small-town America Next to the mayor as they count down the lighting of the tree Three, two. one and the lights ascend upward toward heaven Looking longingly into the face of an old friend her eyes sparkling Next to the mayor as they
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Hanukkah 2025 Each year I come to the candles on the menorah to bring light. Each candle represents a different energy. This tradition started many years ago my Rabbi, Ted Falcon was the Congregational Rabbi at Bet Alef. He got the community together and we found energies for each of the eight candles. Through the
Harmonic Chords I started playing the dulcimer again tightening needed for we were both out of tune like wounded high school lovers at the prom looking for the one song to call our own tightening needed for we were both out of tune we pass each other in punishing silence looking for the
Six Hundred Trucks Six hundred trucks a day For a hundred days no more excuses no more bullshit just food driven right through the middle of the Gaza strip Six hundred trucks a day For a hundred days let each country who’s people unanimously wants to stop the starvation donate ten trucks open
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In Memory of Dorothy Zlatkes Vis I’m here to say goodbye to my aunt which I didn’t get a chance to do in person. I am still sad, that is because Dorothy was a light. I have never met anyone in my lifetime who everyone unanimously loved. Wherever she went people were happy to
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“I’ve packed my bags plenty of times. I’ve played Houston in the Summer, and Buffalo in the winter. My friend tells me, “Where ever you go…there you are.” Cleveland seems OK. There are places I would rather be. Two words paint a picture when I say them… “The Coast”. Look at the population. Most of
Sandman’s Blues a sweaty mess of insomnia falls into bed shaken inner child finds no peace there is no time limit in a haunted house old covers pulled tight until morning shaken inner child finds no serenity trazadone and melatonin tonight’s alchemy old covers pulled tight until morning spirits push cruelty into high-def
Back with a new poem this week. Enjoy. Service Warriors people peaking at wait times crowding the front desk oval plates thump hard and vibrate on eye level metal ledge momentarily basking under heat lamps then scooped and balanced on large serving trays “PICK IT UP” battalion of waiters march to