BY HARRY WALTZMAN Valentine’s Day driving past the florist just opened in Congers, I stopped and ignored the roses, as too fragile my wife always forgets to water them. I spied a strange plant new to my sight, Rolling back the tin foil covering it’s base, it was a bromeliad clutching a bowl of sand […]
BY HARRY WALTZMAN I live between the bones of my body, and take false steps frequently. My surgeon says, two of my vertebrae kiss and cause spasms in my back. In the morning I always squeak until the sun rises and warms my bones The latest pain killers make me worry about side effects to […]
CROWBAR BY HARRY WALTZMAN My poetry is pumped up by smog and mercury. my lines stretch like knotted rubber bands. I wish there was more horseradish in my life instead of sugar-coated cereal. Corn syrup thins my blood. Salt and pepper preserve my tongue. Honest decay, skunk stink tosses my breath. I feel faint but […]
By Harry Waitzman Once I tried to grab the tail of a cow and got swatted on my face. I was alone with the smell of hay in the barn and the sound of swallows whirring in the eaves. I tried milking the young Guernsey and got blisters on my fingers. After bandaging them, I […]
BY HARRY WAITZMAN Papa loved Thom McAn shoes so much, he bought seven pairs at a time, carried them home and laid them out on the dining room table for all to admire, shining black and brown, no scuff marks, tongues hanging out clean, no stinky foot smell, soles unmarked. His mother had seven children […]
This week the Rockland County Times’ award-winning poet Harry Waitzman shares with readers his magnum opus “Sailing to Haverstraw Bay.” The exploration of local scenes, scents and landscape was completed March 23, 1992. Sailing to Haverstraw Bay Harry Waitzman Sullen speak the streets slanting up from Haverstraw Bay, the houses of tilted brick […]