Two Poems For Fall by Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
ANOTHER AUTUMNAL
Sometimes I imagine
parking lots are water, dark seas
no longer dry ground
but not either anywhere to drown.
Sometimes all the trees in the park
are radiant yellow
in the end of November twiligh...
Landscape with a Bear in It Somewhere
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
The limber late light
travels across the ridge
where the bear climbed.
Even with my head thrown back
I still can’t take in the tops
of the tall pointed trees
up there. A friend’s death
is flickering in and out
of...
Two Poems by Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
AFTER YOU SAID I ALWAYS LOSE THINGS
The red birthstone fell
out of my ring, leaving
its crowned prongs empty,
a perfect chip chiseled
from my heart’s bones.
I dreamed being stopped by
the long dark walkway
w...
MAYDAY, MAYDAY
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
The white rain of petals that fell for a week is done.
What catches now in my hair
are the dried blossoms of the Callery Pear,
startling and crackly, as they float and scatter,
rattling through the trees to the street l...
Electronic Dialogue & other poems
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
Electronic Dialogue
I
At my wife’s grave
it's changed a lot in a month;
someone's planted some forget me nots.
It's windy and flower petals from the trees are making pink
whirlwinds.
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Sensitive Skin Live at Bowery Poetry Club, 8-15-2010
The Editors
Contributors to past, present and future issues showed up at the Bowery Poetry Club, August 15, 2010 in New York City. Much thanks to the proprietor, Bob Holman, for hosting us (and for joining us as a special guest star). E...
