Stacey Newmark
USA
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Stacey Newmark received her
BA from Hunter College. She majored
in Creative Writing with a strict concentration in
Poetry. She has published several
poems in Young Poets Speak Out and has won
high merit awards for her publications.
She is also a recipient of The Estate
of Dorothy Doob Baumritter Scholarship. She
currently resides in Brooklyn, with her fiancée.
In her free time, she likes to write, paint, and
play piano.
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C H E E R I O S
Remember when we got stuck
on the Goethals bridge?
The two small lanes overflowing
with shiftless cars,
And all I could think about was getting out,
but you said to stay, there was no sidewalk,
nowhere for us to go.
You sat calm, next to me with a pen
and on the back of a 2006
calendar you wrote _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
I knew my strategy,
start with the obvious vowels,
A, E, then R, S, T.
I had no clue what _ _ E E R _ _ S was,
but the cars started moving,
and I let us go.
Dreams I.
Her apartment was bare
except for the blush rugs.
In one moon night
it had become my home
with my fiance,
and the children
we might have some time or another.
She would never know
what it’d be like
to have great-grandchildren,
and hear them call out,
Oma.
Dreams II.
Across a Florida freeway,
my dead relatives
were pumping gas for their black cars,
a funeral of fuel.
Some of their faces
I had never seen,
but I knew
from my parents’ parents
who they used to be.
I watched them from the inside
of my grandmother’s still car
while moving a quarter between my hands.
Poppy,
in his umber jacket,
resting on a ’56
Caddy.
He had a comb
in his back pocket
ready to run through his oyster strands.
I yelled his name,
and threw the coin across
to hit one of their cars.
They did not look out to me.
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