March 2, 2015

Two Poems by Akiva J. Savett

Llewellyn Apple Butter

with rust and ox blood
an old woman with willow hands
would knock at the door
in October

jars of apple butter
with green labels
bunched in a basket
in the crook of her arm.

we’d make rye toast
spread the butter
with cinnamon
and salt

and eat it on the porch
our shiny fingers
almost to the crust
the lawn was blue
the moon was a coin
showing our breath there
and not.





Memorial Town A.M.

the fire trucks
flash in the morning
hose a pile of soggy
menus, the rib cages
of overturned tables,
gum and initial hieroglyphs.
the booth
where we ate
waffles and ice cream.

when Barson’s deli exploded
our dads were at work
turning screws and moving pallets
coming home thirsty strong
for Michelob and TV
before going back
to turn screws and move pallets.

down the hill
the church had mass in Russian.
I went once with Dad
as he sat, eyes closed
an abandoned movie theater
a sleeping baby’s fists.







Akiva J. Savett’s chapbook entitled Preservation was published in August 2013. His poetry has appeared in The Orange Room Review, Poetry Quarterly, Kerem, Circa, Page & Spine, The Red River Review, In Parentheses, Four And Twenty, and  Etcetera. He teaches Advanced Placement Literature and creative writing in Maryland.

2 comments:

  1. Fantastic. Just fantastic. I look forward to reading more from you, AJS.

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  2. Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

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