About Alison Leslie Gold

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South Pole

a source of deeper riches in the blue space between the stories in tiny movements between the stone and moss trying with myself the goldfish breathing without air wander in circles over the same ocean every time the sun rises quiet gravity nothing is lost speaking on that which remains unspeakable for one more Spring(…)


Under a clock

their blank melody outside in grey flannels I saw her kiss you I looked between the leaves and saw her we must form into pairs run up these stairs counting each step I have torn off the whole of May and June and 20 days of July the week: one long day without divisions I(…)


With a single heart

100 souls not elderly, not overly young swarming with black beetles pickles we conform ourselves to cabbage soup, do so with a single heart. Face the blue of the forest eyelids as heavy as those smeared with treacle fallen into an aristocratic wilderness ‘perhaps you’d like to have you heals tickled dip them in melted(…)


Ursula’s grudge

one was a tiny little rock she despised and detested people, loved only children and animals children she loved passionately but coldly had a profound grudge against the human being contemptuous ridicule night had fallen, it was dark but she forgot to be afraid among the trees a magic peace a pure loneliness it was(…)


New addiction III

– continued – Downtown by Pete Hamill Caesar’s Legion: Epic Saga of Julius Caesar and the armies of Rome by Stephen Dando-Collins Pole to Pole by Michael Palin Full Circle by Michael Palin Around the World in 80 Days by Michael Palin Peony by Pearl Buck Gimpel the Fool by I.B.Singer What I Hate: From(…)


Pocket handkerchiefs

here we are like herrings going out into the world solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks one may learn to paint at fifty heads on pocket handkerchiefs one wants to write poetry, and to love here, against a wall, a woman stares at nothing home they went fatigue … the safest sleeping draft with deserted beautiful(…)


Loose ferrule

LOST Long time member and experienced gardener S. A. has been unable to locate her trowel which may have been left or loaned out, earlier in the season. It is a family heirloom she dearly misses. If you find/have it, she would be grateful if it could be returned. It looks similar to the one(…)


Chelsea’s best photographer

The neighborhood is Chelsea. It’s become my home-base as well as a much-loved ‘nest’ in recent years. Chelsea’s been Ron Rutherford’s neighborhood since 1956 when his family left Miami and relocated here. When he was a boy he was particularly close to his Grandmother – a short, strict, smart Caribbean woman he refers to as(…)


On Virgil’s trail

Halfway along the road of life’s journey I lost my way I could see the hill was cloaked with rays of sunshine where no living person had passed before a leopard a lion a she-wolf a man/not a man/once a man/a poet Virgil? follow me you will see and you will see and you will(…)