North Country Press in Unity, Maine, will publish my second collection of poems entitled The Bookbinder’s Wife in late fall 2017.
My first collection, The North End, is still available from the publisher, on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and can be ordered from any bookstore. Included in the new collection will be new poems from the North End, the neighborhood in Worcester, Mass., where I grew up. Below is one of those poems …
A post card came today––
a black horse with snow on its muzzle.
In the bottom left corner
Black Ice, Publishers
One Hundred Prescott Street
I am carried back by the black horse
to a canyon of brick echoing the click
of my child shoes as I walked home
alone from Saturday Mass, when
dread hung from factory windows,
where nobody worked on weekends.
It was a tomb, a gauntlet from Grove
to North. I walked with my heart
in my throat and tried to whistle.
The envelope company’s tractorless
trailers hunched against the brick
buildings, watching me as I walked past
over the tracks where sometimes a train
car stood solemnly waiting for Monday
to couple with one of its kind.
Faster past the electric transformer
fenced in by Danger. High Voltage.
Keep Out. Johnny Tripoldi didn’t
and he was killed. His house was across
from the cemetery with its order and
beauty of grass and stone and avenues
named for trees: elm, spruce maple.
I turned left onto North Street:
Noise, dogs, dirt, kids––home.