Author: Joey Kenig

Gratitude   Do you ever talk to your computer? I do Not every day, but sometimes I find myself speaking my thoughts aloud   For example, when I’ve just finished watching a good movie – one that really moved me,…

The latke and the hamantash went for a walk on a beautiful morning in spring The latke wore his pajamas and the hamantash didn’t wear anything   They stopped to rest by a babbling brook and listened to wind in…

Sunset Walk (for Danielle) After a chaotic day inside we take a long sunset walk breathing in that special time that isn’t daytime anymore but isn’t nighttime yet   We stroll, in twilight side by side rarely talking We don’t…

Ghost Stories   The best thing about a ghost biscuit Is the hint of its past life – That little bit of cumin Or maybe coriander – That mingles with the butter And honey Or better yet, the marmalade With…

Bayport 1-1859   The house looks a lot smaller now When we lived there It was big I look through naked hedges As I stand on 78th Street Between the corner and the alley The big cottonwood tree Is gone…

Shards    She throws the words down and They scatter on the cold pavement   I pick them up, the ones I can find And put them in my jacket pocket   Later, in the cafe I put them on…

Getting Through the Day   “Courage,” says the bookshelf Shouldering its heavy load of thoughts   “Courage,” says the rocking chair Offering a pillow and a blanket   “Courage,” says the wood stove Waiting patiently to be filled   “Courage,”…

In my mother’s arms I am safe She holds me We look at things   “Bird,” I say But she is already opening the door And we bathe in the summer sun   Hot pavement Green grass A bus  Even…

Primum non nocere   A body at rest Tends to stay at rest A body in motion Tends to stay in motion   My body is not at rest   For every action There is an equal and opposite Reaction…