Tag: On The Pueblo’

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘Zarathustra Came Down From the Mountain’

My uncle’s ’55 Olds Holiday 98. Except not turqoise. And his had 4 doors & never went near a Palm Tree in blustery Chicago

 by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

Here’s a family memory. About God, of course. I mean, God’s family, isn’t he? Well, he was, once upon a time anyway, right?

‘Zarathustra Came Down From the Mountain’

Zarathustra came down from the mountain read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘2 Short Takes’

“Poetry in motion…woo hoo….”

 by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

A couple of short poems. Or at least they feel like poems to me. Notice that I said “poems” – a couple of times – instead of “poetry.” As what follows should tell you, that’s just my false modesty.

Spring Break

Life demands. read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘Sitting Shivah’

Not my ex (found on the interwebs)

 by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

A true story about a visit – a long time ago! – that never should have been made, built upon a premise that first appeared here just a few weeks ago. When I’m being deliberately poetic (and, maybe, obtuse) I think of this as “An Ode to Divorce.”

Sitting Shivah

The other day I saw a woman I once loved. read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘Another Day, On The Pueblo’

 by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB

The Navajo Dog revisits! I knew she loved us far too much to stay away!

Another Day, On The Pueblo

For a time, I lived on the Santa Clara Pueblo, read article