{"id":11491,"date":"2021-05-11T22:53:00","date_gmt":"2021-05-11T22:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=11491"},"modified":"2021-06-03T22:54:40","modified_gmt":"2021-06-03T22:54:40","slug":"two-poems-glenn-moss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=11491","title":{"rendered":"TWO POEMS – Glenn Moss"},"content":{"rendered":"

STORY TELLING<\/strong>
\n 
\nGod raised an eyebrow, twitching nothing into possibility
\nQuestions blessed with spit and mistakes
\nUniverses quoting Beckett long before college students would
\n 
\nThe day I was born was the hottest of August
\nOne undeclared war had reached an exhausted truce
\nMine was just beginning, an invader searching for a DMZ
\nAmmunition of guilt to shame
\n 
\nMy eyebrow split open when I was five
\nAs I fell into a spike in a stone wall bordering Prospect Park
\nThe butterfly I chased turned and laughed
\nOr it may have been a parent
\nStitches and judgment closed a wound
\nBeneath the scar a memory of risk sends ripples
\n 
\nIn the dust of childhood
\nMy father seemed a dowser in a drought believing the stick and the con
\nMy mother heard Django Reinhardt in the squeal of the BMT
\nMy brother saw cracks in thin ice as invitations to skate
\n 
\nSeven decades of leaps and stumbles on a road imagined into existence
\nTime to fill in the blanks with stories I am finally ready to tell
\n <\/p>\n

\n

 
\nBOY UNDER THE TABLE<\/strong>
\n 
\nHe bends to fit into a space small and dark
\nHis hands shake, the cup on the desk spills juice on the paper with his number
\nTwo tears, one for each parent, slip out of his left eye
\nThe right holds one for himself
\nHis mother was crying, his father screaming
\nHe doesn\u2019t want to remember that
\nSo he thinks of the night in the desert, his mother stroking his head, humming their favorite song
\nThere is no music here, under the table
\nThe tear he can no longer hold
\nFollows the curve of his cheek, falling on the floor
\nTo disappear
\nHe has heard that before
\nTonight he begins to understand it
\nHe closes his eyes
\nThe knock on the door is thunder
\n 
\nGlenn Moss is a media lawyer and has been writing poetry and stories since high school.  While at Binghamton University,  he wrote a play for a course in Jacobean Literature, and while at Case Western Reserve Law School, a play for a course in Jurisprudence.  Upon his return to NYC, he wrote poetry and stories amidst contracts and business plans. Each area of writing enriches the other, with contracts benefiting from a bit of poetic dance. He has poems and stories published in Ithaca Lit, West Trade Review, Oddville Press, Oberon, Foliate Oak Magazine, Illuminations, Qu, 34th Parallel<\/em> and Harbinger Asylum.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

STORY TELLING   God raised an eyebrow, twitching nothing into possibility Questions blessed with spit and mistakes Universes quoting Beckett long before college students would   The day I was born was the hottest of August One undeclared war had reached an exhausted truce Mine was just beginning, an invader searching for a DMZ Ammunition [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11535,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[364],"class_list":["post-11491","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-art-roby-dwi-antonio"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11491","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11491"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11491\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11528,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11491\/revisions\/11528"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11491"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11491"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11491"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}