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Peggy Landsman's Writings

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Poem
May.12.2010
To-wit To-woo (FootHills Publishing); Contemporary Literary Horizon
  Sometimes there is nothing to do but get drunkand listen to Mahler's Fourth. Sometimes there is only Papa's Vineyard cheap white wineand too much rain to bother. Defrosting my freezer,Confronting my anger,I'm letting it all melt away. Claudio Abbado conducts from my turntable"Des Knaben Wunderhorn." In heaven we begin again!Frederica von Stade is...
Poem
May.12.2010
Sage Trail Poetry Magazine; Cyclamens and Swords
    At that moment when I was conceivedAlthough there was as yet no IAt that moment, I felt a sting.            At that moment when those two halvesWere irrevocably unitingAlthough there was as yet no IAt that moment, I felt a sting.            The egg, the sperm—neither oneFelt itself the least in needBut the egg, so easily swelled,Allowed that slim spelunker in...
Poem
Nov.07.2009
To-wit To-woo (FootHills Publishing); Sage Trail Poetry Magazine
 Dostoevsky,Kurt Vonnegut, and Ispent many afternoons together.We talked about life and death,Kilgore,Grushenka,...and why, when I Iooked through a telescope and sawGlobular Cluster M13 in Hercules,what I feltwas love. We talked about loss,that special dustso many works of artcrystallize aroundlike snowflakes, and the wisdom of strivinga little less for...
Poem
Jun.06.2009
Contemporary Literary Horizon; J Journal
(Looking at a newspaper photograph of their execution - 12/25/89)  in deaththey do not looklike tyrants slumped againstthat wall,eyes closed    no more evilthan any twoelderly shoppers caughtat day's end—wiped out. ******* NICOLAE SI ELENA CEAUSESCU (Privind o fotografie din ziar care înfatiseazaexecutia lor - 25 decembrie 1989) mortiei nu mai para fi tirani...
Poem
Apr.18.2009
Spindle; To-wit To-woo (FootHills Publishing); Jukebox Junction USA (River Poets Journal)
Tuli Kupferberg and I are dancing.He is light-years ahead of me,Maybe old as twenty.I myself cannot beMany moons past eight. We aren't holding hands exactly,Only our fingertips touch.They are sticky. We've been noshingMessy chunks of halvah,Melting chocolate gelt. Mr. Slowpoke, my uncle Phil,Fresh from a stretch in eternity,Roller-skates across the floorOn wheels...
Poem
Mar.28.2009
The Pedestal; Moondance; Backstreet; Through a Glass Darkly II, Citizens of the World (Wising Up Press);Contemporary & Literary Horizon
The tea bag sinks to the bottom of the cup.I wait a few minutes; watch as the water turns dark.I sip the tea. It works no magic. I go outside; watch the sun set.As it sinks into the Pacific,Cirrus clouds—high overhead—turn pink. In Sarajevo, Mufid's motherMarinated pink rose petals in large glass jars of sugar water.She set the jars on the window sill early in...
Poem
Mar.28.2009
Clockwise Cat
Minimum Achiever, for years forlorn,Grew grey and fat and out of fashion;She wore the jeans she'd always worn,And swore with passion. Minimum loved the days gone byWhen wars were wrong and songs were moving;With files from the FBI,What was she proving? Minimum sighed for what had beenAnd bitched and moaned how nothing lasted;She longed for one more great love-in,...
Short Story
Mar.28.2009
Jewish Affairs; Contemporary & Literary Horizon
  Bob Dole and Jack Kemp were going to be the keynote speakers at a CREEP (Committee to Reelect the President) dinner at the Statler-Hilton Hotel in downtown Buffalo.  Reelect Nixon so he can continue to wind down the war.  Right.      An SDS leaflet that I got from my friend Lenore put it this way: "Nixon Winding Down The War???  Nixon's Vietnamization...
Poem
Mar.28.2009
Breathe:101 Contemporary Odes (C&R Press); Clockwise Cat; Contemporary & Literary Horizon
I have no plan of action, only memory... Grew up in the sixties when we thought we knewExactly how to change the world, all we had to do: Organize the masses, hold teach-ins at school,Pressure our officials, sign an early truce, Love one another, be spontaneous,Lose bourgeois hang-ups, be impetuous... The times, at times, were too tumultuous—We were, at times,...
Poem
Mar.21.2009
Iodine Poetry Journal
What I want is to get time to stop—I'm not the first and I won't be the last. There's a little boat—a ketch or a yawl?I always confuse them..., But it sails.It sails underneath two clouds drifting by. The Sun and Moon are not twosides of the same coin, but Every day and every night I swearto myself I will change.