Parallel Lives
Eye to socket, flesh before hollow. Faces ultimately naked and mute. On one finely brunette head, a garland. On the other only the faint marks memory once made. One might eye the future as it stands above. One might see the past as it rises up from below. Both must remember the blossoms wilt tomorrow. Baruch November Baruch November’s collection of poems entitled Dry Nectars of Plenty won BigCityLit’s chapbook contest in 2003. His poems and short fiction have been featured in Lumina, Paterson Literary Review, New Myths, The Forward, and the Jewish Journal. He teaches literature and writing courses at Touro College and lives in Washington Heights, New York.
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