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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Arlene Weiner: November

He tears off summer’s dress,
exposes trunk and limb, threatens
worse coming. Yet he brings gifts…

November 4, 2019 · 1 Comment

Arlene Weiner: Just Sayings

You can’t get anything clean
Without getting something dirty
But you can get everything dirty
Without getting anything clean
Ought to be a country song

March 9, 2019 · 1 Comment

Arlene Weiner: Song for Climate March

This planet’s mine, this planet’s yours. From the melting icecaps to the flooding shores, From bleaching coral to scorching deserts This planet needs both you and me.   This planet … Continue reading

September 8, 2018 · 3 Comments

Arlene Weiner: Nearer

All day our brilliant screens show without letup hysterical screamers winning money prizes, a woman sneering at another’s getup, boys doing jackass stunts in various guises, in aspiration to become … Continue reading

February 18, 2018 · Leave a comment

Arlene Weiner: John of the Lamp

John of the lamp, poor fellow, you’re quite unstrung. Cat or rat’s got your tongue. Your guts are yellow, your wide grin is hollow. Summon the young to a portal … Continue reading

October 31, 2017 · Leave a comment

Arlene Weiner: Poverty Festival

It probably shows a poverty of imagination that when I misread New York Poetry Festival as New York Poverty Festival I couldn’t imagine how to celebrate poverty, even though I’ve … Continue reading

September 1, 2017 · Leave a comment

Arlene Weiner: Wordless

My mother’s magazines advised “togetherness,” advertised Simplicity patterns   for matching mother-and-daughter dresses, asked “Can This Marriage Survive?”   I found Popular Science, admired the clear lines and cheerful mien … Continue reading

August 11, 2017 · 3 Comments

Arlene and the Arlettes: Bad Boyfriend

A Song for America to be sung in the style of Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings. . Oh girlfriend, I could have told you he’s a Bad boyfriend I don’t … Continue reading

January 17, 2017 · 3 Comments

Arlene Weiner: I’m Vick’s Dog

We’re bred to fight, fed to fight, blooded, trained to fight, hold on tight till victory   and if we’re chained, some hanged or brained who don’t have heart enough, … Continue reading

June 17, 2016 · Leave a comment

Arlene Weiner: At Spuyten Duyvil

  My brother stood many an hour to watch and name the trains where they crossed the Harlem River the powerful diesel engines the long countable freights the slender silver … Continue reading

June 6, 2016 · Leave a comment

Arlene Weiner: In Dreams I Ride a Bus

Because a bus is a house of many windows Because it carries light through dark streets and shade through hot streets   Because it is safety between the sadness of … Continue reading

May 23, 2016 · 1 Comment

Arlene Weiner: Indecision 2016

Bernie’s an idealist—I am too. I’m another liberal New York Jew. I won’t blame him for the worst Bernie Bros And I won’t blame Clinton for her work at Rose. … Continue reading

April 26, 2016 · Leave a comment

Arlene Weiner: Experiment in Living

Not as a man, but like a man: in a two-room cabin with pegs where I’d hang five shirts, two pairs of pants. A peacoat, watch cap. Boots and galoshes … Continue reading

April 11, 2016 · 4 Comments

Arlene Weiner: Seconds and Irregulars

instruct me in perfection. How many ways things go awry. Take for example these simple sheets. One color’s misprinted, the sky-blue, the pattern everywhere askew. Or stripes mismatched, embellished hem … Continue reading

March 31, 2016 · 3 Comments

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