Yellow Tomatoes

 

I once thought I could know anything

 

The death knowledge of the Buddha

The clarifying call of Gabriel

Former lives and abetting suns

That enthrall worlds more able than mine

 

I too never doubted my time supply

To be the daughter to the dying father

Who buries without the blow of love regret

 

But my father is dying an excessive death

With a wounded body

That aligns rare moments of life

To the faint efforts of his mind

 

And I do

 

I offer my happy baby’s dance

Ask about our mayor and the bad president

So together

We can wave our related heads with a laugh

 

I bring home the foods he likes to eat

Chocolate sugar-free

A bag of sweet yellow tomatoes

That falls when his good hand forgets to grab

 

And when he insists on phoning my mother

Makes a promise that he won’t speak drink

I dial

 

I do I dance

 

Far from the Buddha knowledge of the giving death

Deaf to the recurring chant of Gabriel

Books by my bed and worlds of grace

That I grasp

But lack the good hand with which to grab

 


 

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O, Miami / O, Poetry

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O, Miami Poetry Festival is in its fourth year running in, where else, Miami. It is a month-long event whose goal is to engage every resident of Miami-Dade County with poetry at least once during April.

I will be running a project during the Festival called Poetry Parlor. The plan is to slip inserts with user-friendly poems into the magazines found at beauty salons. We will hit ten salons in three very different Miami areas: Key Biscayne, Coconut Grove and Little Haiti. The poems will be in English, Spanish and Creole.

Short, accessible pieces by A.E. Stallings, Maya Angelou, Mario Benedetti and Carol Ann Duffy will be featured. I’ll share shots of the pieces in the days to come.

This past Sunday, the Miami Herald ran a story on the O, Miami Poetry Festival and gave Poetry Parlor a little shout out. The excerpt is below:

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October’s “Poem of the Month” is Here!

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I am thrilled to announce that The Drugstore Notebook’s first-ever “Poem of the Month” feature had a great turnout. Thank you to everyone who participated!

The winner is Miriam Sagan, pictured above, and her poem is featured below:

Ojo Caliente. July. Hotel Porch.

swimming, I break
the reflection
of the cliff into ripples
which re-assemble
once I still

The Japanese girl
at the hot springs
coos over a nest
of swallows, takes
a cell phone photograph
then, when everyone else
does the same
winces, don’t hurt
their eyes, and in childish panic
covers her own, exclaims
what if they fall out of the nest?
but they don’t–
she kisses
her boyfriend, flits off

hummingbird warriors
buzz each other
at the sugar feeder
among bees

I’m thinking
of a very small
egg
the one
I also
hope to hatch.

About the author:

Miriam Sagan is the author of 25 books, including the recent collection from Sherman Asher, SEVEN PLACES IN AMERICA: A Poetic Sojourn. She recently won the New Mexico Literary Arts Gratitude Award in Poetry and has received the Santa Fe Mayor’s Award for Excellence in the Arts. Miriam also does text and grassroots installations–most recently at Salem Art Works and forthcoming at The Betsy Hotel, in Miami. Find her on WordPress here.