RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – September 26

Poem of the Week 9/26/17

Della Rowland

Riding With Will

In a fever,
we cram into Will’s little red car —
him, Martha, and me in the front seat,
Sarah and two others in the back —
our squeezed-in elbows poking out the windows,
bound for a cowboy store where he’s sure
we’ll buy a hat, maybe boots.

Will pops the clutch,
leaving babies and children behind, playing
in the yard, all over the yard,
patting soft dirt into piles,
making perfect sentences as only children can,
scooped up by grandmas and uncles and who-all else
when we lurch off fervently,
bucking down the driveway
toward our hilarious destination only Will knows where
while the radio blares “Listen To The Mockingbird”
and the wind rolls through the rolled-down windows
and our waving hair,
and Will hunches back and forth over the tiny steering wheel
whooping and swerving down field-flanked roads,
beating the big trucks to the next intersection
every time.

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GV – It’s Here! Red Wheelbarrow 10 Launching

The Red Wheelbarrow 10, with the work of more than 50 writers, is launching at GainVille Café on Friday, Sept. 29! We will have an open reading from poets in the anthology, and since it is our 10th anniversary issue, you do not want to miss it! We’ll start things off with musical guest THE ELECTRIC POET GATHERING featuring George Pereny.

An $8 cover includes coffee/tea, dessert

7 PM, GainVille Café
17 Ames Avenue
Rutherford
201-507-1800

RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – September 19

Poem of the Week 9/19/17

Milton Ehrlich

The Woman in a Negligee

wears an elegant outfit,
decolletage, with a thigh-high split.
I’m almost 17, making a delivery
during the war for a local drug store.
She pays me with a big fat tip,
invites me in for a yummy taste
of blueberry pie she’s just baked.
She tells me her back is in pain—
do I have time to give her a back rub?
Her stereo is ablaze with the vibrato
of Edith Piaf while she offers me
a sip of homemade wine, brewed
by her husband before he left.
I sit on her sofa and wonder:
Is this a fantasy I’ve had on my delivery route?
Are we both phantoms in a mutual dream?
We both seem to savor the mystery
of the perfect moment—no dialogue necessary.
My body and soul is willing
in more ways then I care to say.
It’s the very best blueberry pie
I’ve ever tasted, before or since.

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