Poem by Thomas O’Connell

 

She Whistles All Day

I know the goose girl
(An unfortunate nickname)
She would never forget
Picnics in the potter’s field
The calm wisdom of gardens
Calm because she existed
She is made of glass
An alphabet made from bones
In a flower pot
When you’re searching for the truth
Enlightenment comes and goes
She whistles all day

 

Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living on the banks of the Hudson River in Beacon, NY, where he happened to be the 2015-2016 poet laureate. His poetry and short fiction has appeared in Jellyfish Review, Elm Leaves Journal, Caketrain, The Los Angeles Review, Hobart (online), and Blink-Ink, as well as other print and online journals.

Ira Joel Haber was born and lives in Brooklyn. He is a sculptor, painter, writer, book dealer,photographer and teacher. His work has been seen in numerous group shows bothin the USA and Europe and he has had 9 one man shows including several retrospectives of his sculpture. His work is in the collections of The Whitney Museum Of American Art, New York University, The Guggenheim Museum, The Hirshhorn Museum,The Albright-Knox Art Gallery & The Allen Memorial Art Museum. Since 2006 His paintings, drawings, photographs and collages have been published in over 230 on line and print magazines. He has received three National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships, two Pollock-Krasner grants, the Adolph Gottlieb Foundation grant and, in 2010, he received a grant from Artists’ Fellowship Inc. He currently teaches art to retired public school teachers at The United Federation of Teachers program in Brooklyn.

 

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1 Comment

  1. Awesome imagery…reminds me if I knew the goose girl, too. After all, we grew up together! I’m pretty sure I can relate to a flower pot with bones.

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