
by Alison Stone
Season of blossoms, freedom, bunnies, reborn son.
The devout beam with faith although
there’s so much, and so many, gone.
Muttering in nightmare, my husband grabs my hair.
The devout beam with faith, despite
unclaimed bodies being buried in mass graves.
Muttering in nightmare, my husband grabs my hair.
To soothe himself, he watches The Sopranos.
Unclaimed bodies are being buried in mass graves.
The curve rises like forbidden bread.
To soothe themselves, people watch The Sopranos,
death contained in a screen.
The curve rises like forbidden bread.
No gathering for matzoh or chocolate eggs.
Death broadcasts from our screens,
both science and prayer ineffective.
No gathering for matzoh or chocolate eggs.
Businesses, dreamed and built for decades, lost.
Both science and prayer ineffective.
I’m not betting on resurrection.
Businesses dreamed and built for decades, lost.
There’s so much, and so many, gone.
I’m not betting on a resurrection,
despite blossoms, freedom, bunnies, reborn sun.
Alison Stone has published six full-length collections, Caught in the Myth (NYQ Books, 2019), Dazzle (Jacar Press, 2017), Masterplan, a book of collaborative poems with Eric Greinke (Presa Press, 2018), Ordinary Magic, (NYQ Books, 2016), Dangerous Enough (Presa Press 2014), and They Sing at Midnight, which won the 2003 Many Mountains Moving Poetry Award; as well as three chapbooks. Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, Ploughshares, Barrow Street, Poet Lore, and many other journals and anthologies. She has been awarded Poetry’s Frederick Bock Prize and New York Quarterly’s Madeline Sadin Award. She was recently Writer in Residence at LitSpace St. Pete. She is also a painter and the creator of The Stone Tarot. A licensed psychotherapist, she has private practices in NYC and Nyack, NY. Arabella Luna Friedland is a visual artist and writer based in New York City. She’s influenced by a childhood with cartoons, a classical education in anatomy and life drawing, and a firm belief that all art — is a portrait.