Beckie Loewenstein

twenty three years old next year i will get even today in my prime

The old Scottish hippie Crashed the Holy City, Searching for places to stay. Anthronerd Miriam, Kibbutz-loving woman, Agreed to sublet her place. The old Scottish hippie Skipped town with a freebie, Damaging walls to dismay. "I handed him the keys," Miriam sighed with unease. "Broken trust makes me feel drained." The old Scottish hippie Ditched responsibility, Taking high robbery way. He bounced Jerusalem Off to New Zealand, Not a shekel for rent payed. Dedicated to Miriam

Parakeet exhales Bird breath smudges window panes Marks territory   Haiku dedicated to Charlie

Pomegranate slippers, Ruby red prisms of tart taste and seedy style, Squish juice prints on kitchen tiles. Sleeping seeds snuggle In darkness of fruit grooves. With a resounding crack Light pours on rows of ruby red And squishy brown beds. Seeds get ready for school, Tumbling into the glass jar; Accidentally making a juice stain, A seed blushes red. Pomegranate seeds burst As his teeth pulverize the fruit. Spritzing his tongue with acidic juice, Distorted seeds swirl in his saliva.   Dedicated to Nicky

Sam wears a watermelon With slippery black thread seeds, Woven red juice And stitched green rind. With rain and sunshine And a blessing or two The watermelon Grows and grows In silken black curls. On Shabbat watermelon vines Slide down to his forehead and Leafy bobby pins point to Hazel irises of round eyes, Sam's kippa tilted to the side. Dedicated to Sam

wipe counters clean with cloths swish swish swish pour white bleach into sink rinse rinse rinse toss lime rinds down the drain grind grind grind good night, kitchen. click. Dedicated to Fernanda

Too late to return your call In my cell phone voice mailbox I discovered a digital Version of your voice. Electronic you. Listening to the audio recording Of your vocal chord vibrations, The hairs of my ear drum vibrated, Your sound waves triggering My nerves to tell my brain To recognize you, The digital you, Queen of the Jungle. Dedicated to Karina