False Start

False Start

Foul Play

Hang Man

Man Down

One Way

Double Dutch

Over and Out

Way to Go

Out of Touch

Gilding the Lily

Sacrifice Play

Peg Leg

BK

Summer 2012

Reverse

Reverse

Pale, white tufted hair

blended

bright-ness raining down

wheel chair stuck

in reverse

incognito, as clear

snapping air smoke-

rings, still knows

me and I him (did

we) ever, a firefly.

Beth Krumholz

Summer 2012

Disco

Disco

I have a place

to live it is small cozy and

cluttered.

I have a mirrored disco

ball left over from

New Years still hanging

where I bump my head

as I pass.

I have a path through

the clutter to my

blue bathroom.

I have a wishlist.

I have a boy. His name is Jacob.

He hums a song that stays

in my head.

Ahead behind with to

the right and

the left before and soon again.

I have a swimming pool.

I have a needle and a thread.

I have today, walking, a pile of papers, a car and cat and a

calendar.

I have my heart outside of me.

Because I love him so.

January 2015

Sometimes

Sometimes

Your skin presses your

skin.

It gets stuck rolls up

and you have to undo it.

Your ankle gets tucked behind

your red ear.

I hear you but I don’t know

what you are saying.

You are shining a moon

at the sun.

Decibel descending.

January 2015

I am From

I am From

I am from

Snow.

From a wing

And a prayer.

My white fur muff and

brown velvet dress.

Her wood paneled station

wagon, clogs,

cuffs, violin bows, alligator case,

A smooth round table anchor

piled newspapers recipes notes

soap blue fish tomatoes

Red cellophane wrapped boxes

taxi cabs, skylight and clarinet notes

Blind date a walk diagonally

across the sun drenched room

Abacus bent stick crooked

wood.

His sailboat, shoe size, factory, wood smells

& leather too,

Carnegie Hall and Yiddish.

A trampolined afternoon

re-member-ied on super 8 film.

I am from sand stripes

and waves. A plinth a spline and a scupper drain.

Beth Krumholz

Winter 2014