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Deborah Bogen: Season of Light — and of Darkness

If you happen to meet someone for whom the season of light is a reminder of a dark time, of a sorrow or a loneliness, take a moment and sit with them, let them be that dark. Believe in their sorrow as you believe also in joy. Believe in them.

December 22, 2019 · 1 Comment

Deborah Bogen: Homeless Box

Sometimes we cross to the other side to get away from their carts and tarps, to avoid their dirty murky faces, but mostly we look through them, past them, above them, our eyes seeking the sanctuary of the shiny store windows.

October 28, 2019 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: Four Truths About Anesthesia

1/ Maybe this is how it is: as you fall asleep a small hole opens in the back of your head just above the neck where children love to be … Continue reading

December 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: October

A train pulls into the station. Passengers break like billiard balls, glide to cars and uses. Ezekiel the pushcart vendor hawks his hot potatoes. This is the month of the … Continue reading

October 3, 2018 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: Florida

Abraham. What were you thinking nudging Isaac up that hill?  You must have known some tests must be refused. You say I shouldn’t judge, that I’ve made my own mistakes … Continue reading

February 16, 2018 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: This Poet’s Occasional Alternative

after the great Grace Paley to mark these dark and dangerous times   I was going to write a poem I made a call instead it took about the same … Continue reading

May 29, 2017 · 1 Comment

Deborah Bogen: Learning to Eavesdrop

The Summer I Took The Special Art Class I began to understand — the moon could be aspirin, or Necco, or clock or porcelain plate in the sky. The moon … Continue reading

February 23, 2017 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: Post-Traumatic Stress Ghazal

Fear fades, but the stain is set, remembered in odd neuron groups, each vignette remembered.   The shadow of the bridge that floated on the water, the broken boy half-drowned, … Continue reading

April 21, 2016 · 1 Comment

Deborah Bogen: Why I’m Still Voting for Bernie Sanders

I didn’t want to get involved. Not ever again. I came up, politically, in the age of anti-Vietnam war protests and going door-to-door to end the proliferation of nuclear power … Continue reading

March 2, 2016 · 2 Comments

Deborah Bogen: Introducing Kuno Raeber and BE QUIET

. The Scholar, as Artist, Clears the Table Take the plate from the table carry it through the chambers. Don’t be confused by the dust, the spider webs, the sawdust. … Continue reading

February 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: Studying Stalin and Shostakovich

History’s a country of rubble and supposing, friend. We’ve thrown things into the air that will never touch the ground. Still I study. I read till my brain’s kaput, the … Continue reading

January 22, 2016 · 2 Comments

Deborah Bogen: For the Girl Who Came to Class with Her Altered Body

Preferring comfort, you plan to discard your powers. To bury them in the garden or in your neighbor’s field. I don’t blame you. You’re tired of the chronic shivers, worn … Continue reading

January 16, 2016 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: January

Think of a snowfield before the first child wakes, before sled runners cross the hill and the boots of hunters do their work. We’ve climbed to the top of another … Continue reading

January 7, 2016 · 1 Comment

Deborah Bogen: Preface

Drape prayer flags over every school bus. And every hospital balcony. Fly them from the steeples of churches, wrap the mosques and temples too. Decorate the dictators’ palaces with prayer … Continue reading

December 22, 2015 · Leave a comment

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