Poems by BZ Niditch

Along The Dock

I have lost
our reciprocal letters
of my childhood friend
when he suddenly
passed out of my life
outside the sea home
now harboring pebbles
to throw back
in the ocean’s wave
when we built
the orange kayak
reflecting as the sun
gleams on a torn
blue envelope.

A poet, playwright, and fiction writer, as well as the artistic director of The Original Theatre in Boston. His work has appeared in Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art, The Literary Review, Denver Quarterly, Hawaii Review, Le Guepard (France), Kadmos (France), Prism International, Jejune (Czech Republic), Leopold Bloom (Budapest), Antioch Review, Fiction International, Prairie Schooner, and The Moon.