May 27 – June 2, 2019: Poetry from Elizabeth Marchitti and Holly Day

Elizabeth Marchitti and Holly Day

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Elizabeth Marchitti
bettypoet@verizon.net

Bio (auto)

Elizabeth Marchitti lives in Totowa, New Jersey (an area sometimes known as the State of North Jersey, in her mind. ) She likes to read her poems aloud and make the audience laugh, and also buys matzos at Passover, even though she is not Jewish, because she likes them, and some of the very best New Jersey poets she knows happen to be Jewish. The matzos she fed to the birds were NOT stale–well, maybe a little–She loves Poetry Super Highway and Haikuniverse, but is suffering from terminal laziness the last few months. There must be some poems buzzing up there in the brain matter, but they are not trying very hard to come out. On the other hand, she has read numerous novels in the past several months. and discovered some talented new authors.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Elizabeth Marchitti and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Protest

The sparrows are preparing to protest—
they will carry signs saying:
No crackers, please—
they will chant:
peanuts, peanuts, peanuts–
they are spoiled.
 
After a while,
they will eat the matzo crumbs—
which seem to have been
good enough for the birds
at the Totowa Pool.
 
My friend Maude laughed
as they ate matzo crumbs..
They’re Jewish birds, she said.
 
It didn’t matter to me
what religion they followed,
God’s perfect little creatures,
peeping, hopping, and eating
my offerings.
 
Two male sparrows on the deck
today fought over one larger
piece of matzo.
While they were squabbling,
a feisty female flew down
and stole the whole thing

 


Holly Day
lalena@bitstream.net

Bio (auto)

Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press),  In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I’m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press).

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Holly Day and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


These Lovely Creatures

The geese and the gulls could be heard
even over the smashing waves, trailing the Ark
determined that there would be more than two of them
to carry on their line.
Other creatures aboard the ship heard the birds calling out
and thought of their own loved ones
left back on shore. There should have been
 
Two ships, at least, a whole fleet of arks
an immense fleet of zoos carrying the blameless animals away
from the site of destruction.
This was the unspoken consensus among the animals
grieving for those lost as they were slopped by Hamm and Shem
fed buckets of plain gruel designed to keep them alive but weak.
 
Weeks later, when the ark finally crashed
to rest against the top of Mount Ararat, the animals emerged
two by two, shaken, still wondering why they were the ones
selected to serve their species in such a limited capacity.
Because animals think of these things, too
and about how they had to leave their own children behind
when Noah could bring along so many.





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