January 2016
John L. Stanizzi
jnc4251@aol.com
jnc4251@aol.com
I am very pleased to have two more sonnets from my forthcoming book – Hallelujah Time! – Volume II. The first is a sad litany of the names of some of the men who were killed in police shootings. The second is a simple look back on my childhood, and a time when being with my father was more important than playing in the “majors.” As always, I am so pleased to see my work beside the work of such wonderful poets, poets whose poems I have come to admire and emulate. And to Fire – GRAZIE!
Blackman Redemption
for the many… 2014-2015
In no particular order and with
the understanding that the sonnet is
too short, there’s Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin,
Eric Garner and Dontre Hamilton,
John Crawford, Ezell Ford, Dante Parker,
Tanisha Anderson, Akai Gurley,
Tamir Rice carrying a toy pistol,
Rumain Brisbon and his pill-bottle “gun,”
Jerame Reid, Tony Robinson, and
Eric Harris, Philip White, and Freddie
Gray – there’s Walter Scott, who’s taillight was out,
shot in the back. The sonnet is too short
and not nearly powerful enough to
proffer redemption for these divine lives.
Who the Cap Fit
East Hartford, Connecticut
1957
To be sure that I’d fail I didn’t try
during try outs for Hartford Little League.
My father was the farm team coach, and that’s
where I wanted to play, though everyone
believed that going down to farm team meant
you weren’t any good, and just to prove it
you didn’t get a uniform. Instead
you got a hat, a tee-shirt, and letters
for your mother to iron on. And by
mid-season some of the letters were gone
and some were hanging. My shirt lost its “S,”
so all it said across the front was ELK,
which was OK ‘cause I could play with Dad,
flimsy shirt and a hat that was too big.
©2016 John L. Stanizzi