Sara Kirschenbaum
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Writing :: Poetry

  1. Crane Beach Recording

    Monday, Oct 15th, 2012 at 11:33am

    Here is a recording of me reading Crane Beach on Crane Beach.

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  2. A Poem Fulfilled

    Wednesday, Sep 26th, 2012 at 1:21pm

    In 1988, I was introduced to a beautiful beach in Ipswich, Massachusetts. I loved the wide, flat sand that seemed to echo the ocean waves in it's sandy ripples. I wrote a poem to the beach that described it from water to dune. The poem was a little bit over 1,300 words. I got this crazy idea that I would write the poem out on a very long narrow piece of paper and lay it down on the beach. The water end would be in the water and the dune end would lay on the dune. I found a package of cheap adding machine paper and set about writing the poem on the paper.

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  3. Nut

    Sunday, Jun 03rd, 2012 at 5:22pm

    Not unlike the star studded sky god Nut you wrap around this earth’s year, your almost-toes not kicking the glittering six-fisted snowflakes of March the day I found you out I had to look at every ice floret marveling that that day’s perfect cold could congeal crystalline beauty out of simple three-atomed water and you soared, an angel growing as it flies over this blue and white planet; with your toes in winter you stretched -- neural tube – gill arch – growing arms and bowed head – over sweet spring, cracking through your ice old beginning, with forsythia and lilac your body reached and developed and floated now cross-legged Buddha looking at your hands which could not yet touch each other, irises and the summer’s resplendence of roses; then gravity touched down and tugged and the womb got tight with summer heat and all the unknown movements of me swimming, crying, laughing, fearing, kissing, and holding you – you soaring now, superman baby, over chicory and aster getting cool and turning colors; the tomatoes we planted we’re eating; the snap dragons are all seed and the morning glory overgrown; you are heading, good baby, back into the winter from whence you came, a second cool bloom of red yellow sugar maple and acorns and horse chestnuts which I can’t wait to put into your pocket as I put them in mine. Star studded Nut reaches with her toes and finger tips gracing the earth and her slender constellationed body overarching, making, the sky. You too little one have made it nearly around this earth’s seasons and we await your arrival in snow-winter’s first and loving arms.

  4. A Surprise

    Sunday, Jul 25th, 2010 at 11:56pm

    I found this poem in my mom's papers. I evidently wrote it in 2007 and sent it along to her. When I found it I didn't remember writing it but when I saw the picture it went with I knew it was mine.: it was of my sculpture

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  5. Sage at 2 1/2

    Wednesday, Sep 23rd, 2009 at 2:07pm

    I found this poem in a folder of old poems.

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