November 2016
Judy Kronenfeld
judy.kronenfeld@ucr.edu
judy.kronenfeld@ucr.edu
A long-ago transplanted New Yorker, I live with my husband in Riverside, California, when we are not visiting children and grandchildren on the East coast or in more far-flung places. Retired from teaching in the Department of Creative Writing at the University of California, Riverside, I volunteer for a local literary arts nonprofit, help edit the online magazine, Poemeleon, and write poems, nonfiction and the occasional story — as much or as little as the days invite. My fourth full-length collection of poetry, Bird Flying through the Banquet, is due out from FutureCycle Press in the spring of 2017. For more information, and a selection of my poems and prose, please see http://judykronenfeld.com
The Evening News
Tell me the ice sliver moon
will melt again
in the warm mouth of morning
Tell me the doors of dawn
will open
and my scrolled-tight heart
unclench
Tell me the dew will come down
and bathe every blade
of grass, every tank, down
by the river—and those
will rust
Tell me the child
in the rubble
of the destroyed city
still breathes,
and will be held aloft
©2016 Judy Kronenfeld
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