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Poems by B.Z. Niditch – Unsure April and Holding On August 26, 2016

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UNSURE APRIL

Dawn is heating us up
the still breeze
is a memory off shore
another dog day
in an unsure August.

HOLDING ON

With a fragile flower
you hold on to
here in the windy city
at the zen garden
so why fear
the early morning
when we put on
Dusty Springfield,
it was a long icy winter
which finally passed away
at the early hour
along Lake Michigan
love glances at your guest
from the beach house
as we remove our swimsuits
together and dive off
the dock,
on your quivering face
there is a limpid smile
you had in sleep.

BIO: B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Poems by B.Z. Niditch – In Manhattan 1990 and New York City 1999 May 8, 2016

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IN MANHATTAN 1990

Anti-romantic
Andy Warhol
a passion to the lost,
I’m on a sleeper car
the ex-camera rolls
for we underground Beats
are giving our readings
on street corners,
with a lost Anna Karina photo
when married to Godard
we find at the Chelsea,
I buy a lunch poem
from Frank O’Hara
at the Cedar Bar,
here is
cheap vodka in draws
as time lapses
in my synapses
of taboo tripping,
after Andy demanded
to be electrically shaved
for the boy next door
carrying an imbibed state
for an extra in “Flesh”
needing a prescription
for a drug free America
losing a nude display
of Gordon Parks’ sequences
after getting the “Shaft”
on the way meeting Lana
a transvestite
who asked me for a light
and turned herself into
a bulbous yet
nosey chaperon
asking me to do
her laundry
of lace aprons,slips,dresses
of silk, Egyptian cotton,
and chancy things
drifting in the wash
in bathed bleach
of celestial swimsuits
from Esther Williams’
Technicolor sets
swirling shirts and blouses
lifted things from Macy’s
from a drawn basket
in shiny scents of lystoil.

 

NEW YORK CITY 1999

With the romantic
gone
here in the French
underground
once again
playing jazz
to a melody of Mahler
and Rameau
before a French mirror
doubled up
for Mallarme,
the wind
has Paris icicles
for us
in the restaurant
we murder croissants
by the portmanteau movies
of Spanish refugees
seeing bridal angels
of Chagall and Picasso
of our passing.

 

BIO:

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:    Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and ArtThe Literary ReviewDenver QuarterlyHawaii ReviewLe Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism InternationalJejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Poems by B.Z. Niditch – On a Graffiti Wall and Age of Disquiet, 1968 November 1, 2015

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ON A GRAFFITI WALL

On a graffiti wall, 1990
by the city’s shelter
near the sea board canal
after Valentine’s day
passed me by
taking this scrawled message
as a sign and high water mark
for that day’s urban read
resolving not to think about it
as any poet is burnished
by his rubbed out eyes
and runaway desire
to forget all burnt out
old relationships and affairs
which like forget-me- nots
in a bright blue
or burrs on a bitter fruit
always seasonally resurface
like a bad nightmare
evinces my memory
by evocative flash-points
on my motor scooter
and wouldn’t you know,
a friend confronts me
with his endless doctored
conquest reports
sees me and waves
near my anchored kayak
wounded by wintry storms
after his seagoing eyes
make out with intimations
of adventure in gestures
with his strong arm humor
in his Patriot football jacket,
sarcastically saying,
“There are more fish in the sea”
yet he graciously offers to help me
with the anchor on my kayak
by the edge of the dock
in this breakable noon low tide
and treats me to a lobster roll
in the local restaurant
where he waits on tables
and gets his love sick dates
from the weekend tourists
by the town’s lighthouse.

AGE OF DISQUIET, 1968

A reading lamplight burns
by my rough-cast play
and I’m driving tomorrow
the turn of the motorcycle
to the Big Apple
with no companion
caressed by the grace
of a dear John letter
sent to my friend in ‘Nam
and then sent out to me
with his belongings
to be delivered to his ex
but benumbed by so much
and hating soap opera endings
and coveting peace of mind
from every missed opportunity
of an exiled loquacious poet
now impressed by fear and tired
admitting no guilt
and unable to talk
decide not to visit anyone
by balancing my time
in creativity
and not anyone’s past remorse.

BIO:

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, and fiction writer.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Hungary); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His newest poetry collection, “Everything, Everywhere,” will be available from Penhead Press in September.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Poem – We 90’s Poets by B.Z. Niditch September 20, 2015

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autumn

WE 90’S POETS
by B.Z. Niditch

 Over Beacon Hill
in a sheltered lawn
on the Esplanade
it was a September day
as we 90’s poets
passed seeing show dogs
by hydrants
under a lantern’s rain
on our way
to speak for peace
by red cornices
on the Boston Common
of my student days
as we recall back
my perpetual adolescence
a marathon passes by
the Charles River
over mythic Longfellow Bridge
by an increase of first light
as oak acorns fall
we emerge strengthened
by the underground.
BIO:
B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, and fiction writer. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Hungary); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Seville” and “Captive Cities.” He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

His new poetry collection Everything,Everywhere is available at Amazon.com.

Poem – Nina Simone’s Life by B.Z. Niditch August 18, 2015

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ninasimonepianoNINA SIMONE’S LIFE
by
B.Z. Niditch

Remembering you
in a club
rehearsing with me
late in Frisco
carrying my pocket poetry
in your handbag
never forgetting
your signature
of a musical companion
amazed at my loneliness
when we lost you
in molten neon lights
under the emotive voice
of the emptiness of a sad sky
yet your recordings
by your hot photograph
find an echo
of underground  eyes
to witness to your love.

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Poem – Robert Lowell’s Day by BZ Niditch April 5, 2015

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   ROBERT LOWELL’S DAY

On birthdays we make truces
and forget the dark side
of our cornered memories
adding stars to our losses
with two holes for eyes
on lives of bottled conversations
the pale moon over us
under shivering elms
our shadowed gestures
by lanterns
on Boston’s
old city luminary streets
with lamps to our histories
in shapeless words
will turn over into verse
you encouraged me
here on twisted sidewalks
of brick underfoot
to keep writing
mo matter how blank
the night is before us
as a church chimes to us
in a rudderless life
the March wind glimmers
as we eat at Dante’s
on Beacon Hill
as the frozen twigs
are no longer bewitched
by  the iced Frog pond
and birds rise for the spring
by Boston Common
with a siren’s taxi’s cry
illuminating your face
for posterity.

BIO:

 B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

Poem-Reading Bukowski by B.Z. Niditch March 5, 2015

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READING BUKOWSKI

Reading Bukowski’s
new poetry and short story
collection,”Betting on the Muse”
his kisses on once rippling skin lies
over California’s street cred roads
uncovered from pallid nights of love
making out with the expressed mouths
on sleepless trains of bodies
spirited in piercing passes
of time out tattoos
and you, Charles Bukowski
thinking you are number one
more than any slumbering fugitive
with energies into vein passages
of symbols and bloody retreats
in solitary brooding nights,
dropping your weights on boards
of splintered circled floors
resembling Dante’s Hell
with liquid beer in one hand
falling off the scales
in cheap rent motel rooms
surprising a welcome
from lodging houses
nourishes your punk syllables
of male malevolent tales
to overwhelm us
with your literary output.
BIO:

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.