B.Z. Niditch… 20/20



to explore miles
all that’s out
with Beat Poet eyes,
the Beatles,
now in Japanese
Dylan Thomas
Spinning with us
by the bee colony
out on the islands
close to lyrics,
at first shy
then exploding
in optimum visions.


B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher who resides in Brookline, Massachusetts. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

Copyright © 2015 by B.Z. Niditch








B.Z. Niditch… Wind Sails


Wind Sails

Off Gloucester
with the wind sails
burning up the coast
that tomorrow’s red sun
disappears at first light,
my brow beaten
into a Melville frenzy
spotting a Big White
of flesh
that old Ahab
would harpoon
daring to take
a photo with enough
space and time
in these storm clouds
before a voyage landing,
and the breeze taking
even the crows
on the home harbor’s neck.


B.Z. Niditch has published five times, thus far, on Rapoetics.com. He has a poem in Randomly Accessed Poetics’ latest Issue No. 6, Ghost House. And will soon have a single author chapbook, published by Penhead Press, released in June of 2015, called “Everything, Everywhere!”

In additon to writing word music, B.Z. Niditch writes plays, fiction, and teaches. He Lives in Brookline Massachusetts.


Copyright © 2015 by B.Z. Niditch







Counterpoint… by Juleigh Howard-Hobson



He wrote: Let it be over between us–
No snotty recriminations, no back
Channels full of hate and spite that attack
Each other’s weak spots in high self-righteous
Tones designed to do nothing more than hurt
Reputations. Let us both be done with–
And free from—that sticky glue fingered touch
Of nastiness. No one likes dealing much
With that, at least I don’t. Do you? What if
We just call it done then, without all that?
We just stop, say farewell, no obloquy,
No bile. But of course it won’t work if we
Don’t both let it go, don’t both arrive at
This mature agreement to just be through.
I answered in the juvenile: F U.


Juleigh Howard-Hobson has simultaneously written literary fiction, formalist poetry and genre work, along with non-fiction essays and articles, purposely blunting the modern ‘brandable’ concept of artistic obligation to any single form or movement. Her work has appeared in such venues as The Lyric, Mobius, Qarrtsiluni, The Raintown Review, The Best of the Barefoot Muse (Barefoot Pub), Caduceus (Yale University), and other places like Tilt-a-Whirl. She is the Assistant Poetry Editor of Able Muse. An interview with her may be found here: www.poemeleon.org/poemeleon-the-blog/2011/4/23/the-habitual-poet-juleigh-howard-hobson.html

Copyright © 2012 by Juleigh Howard-Hobson