My friend Steve Deutsch’s tour de force “NYC, 1968” has just been published by Misfit Magazine. I’m linking to Steve’s blog, but be sure to visit Misfit’s current issue too — more great poems there! http://misfitmagazine.net/current.html
My poem, NYC-1968 just appeared in issue 23 of Misfit Magazine. Here is the poem:
New York City, 1968
I
When last we met
we sat on a stone bench
in Central Park.
Frost had put paid to summer
and the big trees shivered
in the tepid sun.
We fed a squirrel
the remains of your lunch.
You said the draftees
had left
from Grand Central Station
that morning–
your fallen face
the color of the gunmetal sky.
That winter the water main
broke on the avenue
that ran along the park.
For months, we had to take
the long way home.
II
When last we met
we were in an apartment
in the East Village–
above the shop
that advertised “Fresh Produce.”
You said the Weathermen
had blown out all the windows.
We sat on the floor
in the hellish heat
and the stench of overripe melon.
A cloud…
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Thanks for the link Sarah, great poem 🙂
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Thanks, Peter. Brought back some painful memories of a painful time.
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Thanks Sarah
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You’re welcome, Steve. Great poem!
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Excellent poem.
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Thanks. Steve writes a lot about the Vietnam Era. He’s part of my poetry workshop, and I am a better poet from hanging out with him and the others in the group. We’ve met every other Saturday for over 4 years.
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Very nice. I love blogging because I am in touch with other writers and writing styles, and like you say it makes us better writers.
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Great poem. Well done, Steve.
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Yeah, I thought so too, Ryan. Thanks for stopping by.
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