Poem Nantucket Fish Out Of Water Poem by Joan Pond

A Fish Out of Water So far from ocean, here. No pounding waves or crashing surf. As Nantucket weighs, heavy and deep. In my sleep I hear bell-buoys. It”s only a dehumidifier droning, as the engine of a ship. Yet, I turn and list avoiding shoals and reefs. Tossing in my sleep, I”m a fish on dry land with a sered eye of rainbow. Ship-wrecked. I dream.....

Not Sitting Shiva A Poem by Joan Pond

NOT SITTING SHIVA AJ was whiter than I remembered, and his lips were taut. I reached over to fix a lock of his hair, then stopped. Egad! I’d almost touched a corpse. I sat beside him, smelling Bubby’s brisket and potato kugel, thinking of her applesauce and lemon cake. Then, suddenly, I started to shake inside. I should be ashamed, only thinking of myself. But AJ always liked food, the gathering of family, and close frien.....