Author
Pamela Greenberg
Pamela Greenberg has had poems previously in The Salt Hill Journal and Plainsongs Review. [1997]
CONTRIBUTIONS
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Where Once It Stood
I was looking for a horse, but there was no horse, only the feed barn and above it the purple meat of sky: the smell of birch smoke and… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
A Cup for Elijah
It is 1975, the year before my parents stop speaking. Old, rabbinical, Uncle Leo takes his glasses off to gesture, while on my shoulder my brother softly dozes. At… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Lagunitas, 1978
Always, it seems, it has been like this: the phone cradled on my mother’s shoulder, her too-loud boyfriend laugh. When she whispers fork and spoon windchimes jangle on fish… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Flood
All day we watched it—my mother, brother, and I—the relentless wrath, the furious downpour of God. Our zucchini plants torn loose from the soil, lumber and stovepipe roiling in… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Big Idea
Sometimes my bones hum like Bunyan’s must have; world turned vassal to my will, whole cornfields swaying at my footsteps, thistles fleshed into fruit. Then I think I could… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
The Empire Strikes Back
On a bucket outside the Saint Nowhere feed barn, cold, stolen apple juice dribbling down my chin, I looked out toward the madrones along the coast. Above my head hung… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Prairie
High atop a playground’s fuchsia frog a girl spits pomegranate seeds into the mammoth armful of meadow. The field troubles her with longing and culmination of longing: the yellow spikeweed… read more