Of Course You Remember Stan Goldberg July 7, 2011 Alzheimer’s/dementia, Poems27 CommentsOf course you remember she says. It was your sixtieth, and we came from across the country to express our love. I don’t remember, I say. But you do remember she says. We ordered your favorite Indian...
Through a Sealed Window Stan Goldberg July 4, 2011 End of Life, Poems2 CommentsOriginally Published as Steve & Mac Stan Goldberg North Beach Beat, Arts and Literary Edition, December, 2004 Through an old sealed window, the garden softens as daylight...
It’s Not Our Fault Stan Goldberg January 9, 2011 Grieving and Recovery, Life, Poems37 CommentsWhen Christians in the Middle Ages extolled the virtue of holy missions and heard that Crusaders killed innocent Muslims, they cried out "It's not our fault." When Brigadier-General Reginald...
You’ll Like It! Stan Goldberg November 14, 2002 Aging, Poems, Thoughts of the DayAttractive, slim and 70, she squeezes soft wax into ears, and turning to me says, “You’ll like it.”
Images of New York Stan Goldberg October 14, 2001 Grieving and Recovery, PoemsThe 6 Train stops at Lexington to refrains of Ava Maria and pristine pictures of the missing reappear on graffetied walls always smiling, sometimes with friends, but mostly with children