Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Everything Gives You Cancer Bio: Susan Notar is a Pushcart prize nominated poet whose work has appeared in a number … Continue reading →

SecretsMurmuring her morality’s expiration datelike a lost radio tune undone by bad receptionMom tells Grandma’smemory care nurseshe forgot to arrangea carpool for me. “I’ll be back soon”, she tells Grandma.The snow swirlsswitches sanity off.The road is blurredsightless and blinding white.The … Continue reading →

The Lemon SkyThe sound of my mom’ssandals as they softlyclick across the flooron her way to fetch flourto bake a lemony cake, and the sharpness of echoing time,remembering her vitality.A welcome treat where ingredientswent in haphazardly, no rhymenor reason at … Continue reading →

Not CancerShe was not felledBy the same scourgeAs her husbandGone 37 yearsShe endured beingAn orphan of divorceA handsy uncle thenDifferent high schoolsShe married onceA man with three kidsA vasectomy to reverseBirthed him two moreShe couldn’t tolerateHer neighbor’s intrusionsOn her children … Continue reading →

As Far As I Can Be From ItJib sheet clinking against the mastIn the hot sun and cool breeze,We climb small waves Wondering what wonders await us—Flying fish, Dolphins or whales Frolicking in the sea.Aquamarine waters Splash against the white … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. After His Wife’s Death Bio: Marion D Cohen has two new books, “A Lady of 80” (Alien Buddha Press) and … Continue reading →

Let’s Not Talk About CancerIn memory of Gena Glicklich – 1942-1988Rather let’s defy diminishmentembody the one-breasted warrior woman as fierceas the roaring inside her Let’s meet at the threshold of Hell’s Gate soothe one another’s battle-scarred bodies in steaming sulfurous … Continue reading →

Das QuintettThe tiny musicians are poisedReady to play the pieceEach has spent much of Their days, months, lives, practicing Rehearsing, a homage They are equally spaced, all five,on a sturdy, wooden, plank,teetering on the tip of a jagged rockJutting, out … Continue reading →

My Good SideI was seven when, sledding, I hit the car face-first.Nine stitches in my right brow. I rolled my eyes up, watched the doctor sew.My mother begged him: Be careful with her face!Someday she has to find a man!Fifty … Continue reading →

The Philosophy of Cancer in Six Quatrains: For Betty Lou Baker 1 In biology class she had to drawthe parts of the cell in pen and ink:Protoplasm, chromosomes, nucleus.She labeled the parts with red ink. 2 Somewhere inside, even then, … Continue reading →