October 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
Second Death
Only a handful of months
and you seem misty
as a frontispiece under
tissue, sealed as a letter
not for me.
Papa, let me press your
lampblack and ashes
into the damp parchment
of my heart, bind you
between my eyes, each day read
from this book of lying down
and rising up.
First published in JWLA (2011)
©2016 Judy Kronenfeld
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