March 19, 2018Hands
with
veins
the
roots
of an
old tree
seeking
if not
relocation
at least
something
sublime
from their
crooked
fingers
on the
keyboard
“I seem to have had an archetypal background for becoming a poet—a birth in Europe at the start of WWII; the loss of my biological father at the age of three; on the run with my mother and stepfather from the Nazis until the end of the war; the move to North America at the age of seven; the death of my step-dad at the age of ten; a lot of time spent alone. Naturally, I wanted to make some sense of all this and found that the best way was via the language of poetry.”