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Age-related memory impairment
every once in a while I stand on this island of time without purpose or intent unmoored from my craft cut off from my history it is a...
Vilma Ginzberg
Feb 15, 2022
For Russ Messing on his new book of poems
I’ve read half-way through your book of poems that arrived today I am holding it now to my breast and sobbing with gratitude and a...
Vilma Ginzberg
Jan 17, 2022
Backsack
I carry the sack on my bent and aching back it is a long time since I have opened it examined it cleaned it up old thoughts dusty...
Vilma Ginzberg
Dec 19, 2021
This part of the journey
1. they say I don’t look my age they say I seem spry for my age shall I be grateful for their kindness while hidden under my skin the...
Vilma Ginzberg
Apr 22, 2021
On Some Other Day
on some other day i might sense the drift of jasmine breathing through my being on some other day i might feel the soft cool of fog the...
Vilma Ginzberg
Jan 1, 2021
November
I walk this path of crinkled golden leaves which, like my days, have drifted down landing under my feet in indistinguishable clumps there...
Vilma Ginzberg
Dec 2, 2020
My Whine List
I’m old I’m tired of being told to learn the lesson in every hard thing that happens I’ve learned 93 years of lessons these old bones are...
Vilma Ginzberg
Oct 21, 2020
Mortality
In the second half of my 94th year (which sounds so much more elegant than “at 93 and a half”), it is impossible to not think about my...
Vilma Ginzberg
Aug 29, 2020
fog
and the fog drifts in slowly, silently and the foghorn sounds are muffled and the ships of night lose their shape in the shadows and the...
Vilma Ginzberg
Aug 18, 2020
August Morning
The lawn is sun-drenched on this august morning when three-digit temperatures are forecast for later. Across the way a neighbor arranges...
Vilma Ginzberg
Aug 15, 2020
Once Upon a Time
once upon a time when there was no time and there was only time and no one knew how to spend time and time was on their hands and they...
Vilma Ginzberg
Jul 22, 2020
Elderhood
I used to be big I used to go to my office every day from 9 to 5 where I met with frightened nervous angry hurt and broken people and...
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Sep 30, 2019
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