Poems from Jack Galmitz
To the Black Hole: I’m afraid I don’t know who else to write to. The fire is brightest where the sun holds its hands. Where I was born is...
I scoop up the ocean& place it in a glass ball& put in my pants' pocketto look at when I'm blue.I photograph the nightin its...
I finally found a bookI could read more than once.It was all empty pages;the cover cardboard white;no title, no author.The paper was...
THE WIND
Jack Galmitz
The wind parts the last red leaves from the tree to the grass.
A newspaper saturated with last night’s rain I can see...
The words are discounted
shelved to the page. They’re grabbed
up by people because they’re
nailed safe. But, listen to them!
Each one is...