Poet’s Corner


Just when I thought how
surrendered and at peace I was
with your choice to go gently
into this God night
a fierce wind rose up in my gut
a hurricane of now what
came pouring down the gutters
of my bones
I don’t need
poems from friends
to ease the rupture
I don’t need
kasha varnishkes
to fill my belly
I don’t want a brilliant sunset
that says there she is
those 100 mile an hour gusts
burnt my executive functioning
(wires) to a crisp
And all my cells’ towers blew apart

I need this pain
I need this broken heart
I need this extreme weather
how will I know
what to do
when your sister dies?

— Nancy Slonim Aronie

Nancy Slonim Aronie is an author, facilitator of the Chilmark Writing Workshops, and a columnist for the M.V. Times. 

Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems to Laura Roosevelt at ldroosevelt@gmail.com