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| Mark Barkawitz has earned local and national awards for his fiction, poetry, essay, and screenwriting. His work has appeared in newspapers ( L.A. Herald-Examiner, Pasadena Star News & Weekly, Conscience ), magazines ( University Mag., Simply 4 Pets), literary journals and anthologies ( Abraxas, Sojourns, Zyzzyva, Blank Gun Silencer, Fingerprints, Paws & Tales, Sport Literate, Mediphors, Me Three ), underground 'zines ( Inky Blue, Monkeywire ), and is posted on numerous websites. He wrote the screenplay for the feature film, "Turn of the Blade" (NorthStar Ent., '95), has taught creative writing classes at community college level, and coaches a championship track team of student/athletes. He ran the 2001 L.A. Marathon in 3:44:42. He lives with his wife, two teenage children, and breeds golden retrievers (Woof Goldens) in Pasadena, CA. |
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| ::11:23:07::
::: Iron Wheels :::
as I push the heavily-loaded cart
with sacks of concrete across
the shopping center parking lot,
its iron wheels threaten the asphalt,
already softened by an oppressive sun.
at my truck, I lift each
dusty sack onto the open bed,
causing the leafsprings to creak
and lower proportionately.
across the lot, a man about my age
walks sideways out the barber shop doorway.
in his arms, he carries like a baby
a newly shorn boy of about twelve-
his son, I figure-
who wears thick glasses with a band to hold them,
and drool down his chin.
the boy's arms and legs jut out awkwardly,
like bent antennae,
purveying a haywire inability
to function and support.
as they cross the asphalt,
the man speaks to the boy,
probably complimenting
how nice he looks
with his new haircut,
just as I would my son.
into the passenger side of a parked stationwagon,
the man straps the boy into the seat with
the dexterity of someone who is
repeating the process for the umpteenth time.
almost forgotten in my arms,
I drop another sack of 'crete
onto the bed of my truck.
a small cloud of dust rises
and the leafsprings creak their protest. Written by: ~ Barkawitz |
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