Poem by Rafael Woolf

On My Brother’s First Published Book

I especially loved Part Three.

MILESTONES
Your typical humor.
PAUSE
The reservoir in Avon, Connecticut? [Yes]
TEARING OUT THE BLUE GIRLS
Beautiful!
BETE NOIRE
I’ve already written about mine,
As you know.
TEACHING BY EXAMPLE
My heart stopped.
EXCUSE ME, MAY I HAVE A WORD?
A poem straight out of Boston in the naughts.
BIRD NETTING
Tears backed up in my eyes.
BENEATH OUR NOTICE
Pure Annie Dillard.
LEGACY
I felt, at the last word, as if I was falling into a crevasse.
MISUNDERSTANDING
More tears.
CHANGING SEASONS
Still more tears.
PARTING WORDS
The ‘neighbor’ I brought in for Mother
Was a rabbi.
I was humorously insulted:
She spoke to him,
But not to me.

Rafael Woolf is the author of I Wish That My Room Had a Floor, available on Lulu.

TJ Edson is the Art Director of Oddball Magazine and a volunteer at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery. He has also had work appear recently in Terrarium.