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Tuesday, November 12, 2024
I AM NOT ALONE: THE DAY AFTER THE 2024 ELECTION
Saturday, November 02, 2024
ON EL DIA DE LOS MUERTOS
spirits shed like gasses
from the bodies
of our ancestors,
children, and others
we have loved
like to put on costumes
adorn their bones
wear jewels
and red flowers
tune up guitars
They rush to gather
at the elevator
press the button
for the noosphere
that earth-space full
of our continuing
thoughts, private
and shared
And when the door opens
and the operator calls
going down
going up
getting off
getting on
the spirits know
they can go anywhere
that we are thinking
today of them
remembering and waiting
for them to join us
for a fiesta without borders
Catherine Gonick has published poetry in a wide range of literary journals including The New Verse News, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and forthcoming in The Orchards Poetry Journal, as well as in anthologies including Grabbed and Support Ukraine. She works in a company that fights global warming.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
THE ANSWER TO THE WHY-DOVES
Prince reminds me to be my own prince.
The stage-man and the music he stood behind
like a god, the gold, the purple and the purple stars
under which he danced—
his music was not music when I was a boy,
it was a cathedral under which we dreamed of music,
the sound was not sound but a voice we rode
like a current of wind-guitars—
such is the way with poets; we recall
not the awards, but the bravado that protected us
from the mean people he spoke of, the cold,
the elevator that threatened to break us down
and did not, because of him.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
COLORED
Alone on the elevator
I press the ground-floor button.
Just before the door closes, you step in.
I turn my head
keep my eyes on the sinking numbers
and feel the floor falling.
In the street, we raise our arms
to hail a cab. One slows, passes you,
stops for me.
A bilingual edition of Sanford Fraser’s first book of poems, Among Strangers I Have Known All My Life was published by Editions Tarabuste, France 2007 and by New York Quarterly Books, New York 2010. Tourist, his second book of poems, was published by New York Quarterly Books in 2009.
