I wrote some poems. Most of these are from yonks ago.
Writing Your Name on a Grain of Rice
When I was a little kid, my grandma gave me her name written on a grain of rice (which was pretty amazing because her name was Bella Jacobowitz). It was glued to a piece of paper in a tiny box, but I lost it anyway, and never saw its like again until that day on Guadalupe Street.
Lord, You Gave Them Harvard, But What Did You Give Me?
I wrote this poem while working as a temp in the Faculty of Arts and Sciences, which partially accounts for its disgruntled tone.
Spring Comes to Winthrop, Mass.
Written after my first winter in New England.
Thirty-sixth Day Without Rain, Austin, Texas
The description of Texas accents in this poem is quite incorrect, based as it was on my impressions after less than a year. I tried to fix it later, but couldn’t get it to scan.
Boswell in New Haven
I read this at a poetry slam at the Daily Caffe in the summer of 1991. I got to the second round, although one person didn’t like it at all.