June 4-10, 2012: Mary Ann Castle and G. David Schwartz

week of May 28 – June 3, 2012

Mary Ann Castle and G. David Schwartz

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Mary Ann Castle
mac615@aol.com

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Mary Ann Castle is a social anthropologist by training and lives in the Bronx, New York.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Mary Ann Castle and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Janie

in a 56th Street doorway
empty storefront
lives Janie,
stroking the mosaic
entrance floor
getting ready for night life
legs stretched out straight black skirt
glitter- pink
nail polish,
matted
beehive hair
arranging, rearranging black
garbage bags
encircling her
like prophetic oak leaves
in that ancient
cave mouth
tourist-guy approaches,
stares
What is this apparition—
broke, strung out
man, woman,
hijra?
suddenly, a proud Cumaean Sibyl,
Janie shakes her
blondish wig
runs a finger slowly
across the stubble
above her upper lip slips
into a trance–
what is her story
what are her memories
what is life lived
in a doorway?
Janie,
once beautiful transvestite,
queen
of downtown piers―
mutters
words of mystery and
dread.

 



 G. David Schwartz
davidschwartzg@aol.com

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G. David Schwartz – the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue and Midrash and Working Out Of The Book. Currently a volunteer at Drake Hospital in Cincinnati, Schwartz continues to write. His newest book, Shards And Stanzas (Baltimore, PublishAmerica, 2012) is now in stores or can be ordered on line.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by G. David Schwartz and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

I Do Not Use My Toes

I do not use my toes
Every single day
I don’t even have to think
They just stomp my way

I Look Into The Mirror

I look into the mirror
And wonder what I did
I use to have pitch black hair
when I was a kid

Why I Do Not Touch
the Vacuum Clear

A vacuum cleaner in the hall
Does not breaks any law
But me reaching for it
May make me go and fall