December 23-29, 2013: B.Z. Niditch and Daniel MacFadyen

B.Z. Niditch and Daniel MacFadyen

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B.Z. Niditch
B.Z.niditch@gmail.com

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B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. He lives in Boston, Massachusetts. Visit B.Z. on the web here: Niditch.blogspot.com

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by B.Z. Niditch and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Traffic Jam

My nerves in perpetual motion
as this alto sax player
leaves the city
in his car from Boston
to the Big Apple,
a friendless lipsyncher
stands by the bus stop
dressed in black leather
asks for a ride
going to Manhattan also
yet at rush hour
suddenly tiptoes away
in the middle of traffic,
I’m getting heat
from other drivers
as the singer at a red light
slides into a convertible
next to mine,
it starts to snow like kisses
with rubbed out shadows
melting on my window shield,
I’m like an unsung traveler,
trying to remember my riffs
yet know like Oscar Wilde
that no good deed goes unpunished
alone with his topographic map.


Daniel MacFadyen
macfadyen2@yahoo.ca

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Born in Toronto, Ontario. University Degree (B.Sc.) in Environmental Science with Dean’s List Honours. Have lived hard and have not died young, mostly because I don’t live hard any more. First published at 39 and since then have been published in various journals and and anthologies in Canada, the USA, and Sweden. l love the written word, especially in the vein of Leonard Cohen, some other very good Canadian writers, and and Charles Bukowski but do not try to emulate them and am pretty sure it is visa versa. Recently Daniel established a press, Cornwall, Ontario, Canada, dedicate to the publishing of poetry & prose. www.bordertownpress.com

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Daniel MacFadyen and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

On the Train

My train went past
your house today
to another city
Down the way…

And from this distance
the decaying and downed
leafs of your garden
could be a blanket
..of fresh earth.

It has been a while now
since my gaze was
from the other side
of your window;
six months since I laid bare
by your side lightly
listening to trains roll by.

Even so
my heart beats
a sickening pace
like a dead man walking
and the crazy thing is
I picked this seat
so I could see your place
could feel and view
the death warrant pronounced.


Greyhound Bus

Taking us away or to
something bigger
than yesterday.

In this comfortable darkness
is promise and connectness –
like a far off train whistle
transecting the dark of night.

Laz-boy comfort
but movement too.

Strings from forward and behind
begin to loosen
and I doze safely.

And this constant motor hum
is a reminder,
that I am going somewhere,

And tonight bus driver,
You are my controller,
my blue collared God.