,,It has been a summer of collaborations: the camaraderie of the Green Mountain Writers Conference, the assembly of an anthology by the Quabbins' Writers Salon, and a joint publication, Amnesia, in the Fictional Cafe with my husband Lew Holzman. It seemed appropriate to introduce the latter with a poem I wrote shortly after meeting Lew at Backroom Readings in Manhattan in 1979: From Imprint, number one. University of Hong Kong 1980
LIFE AS AN OPEN BOOK
Here's what he did: turned her cat into a dog, dogged her cattily, turned her back about face, backed her faceless into the spotlight.
Who would think four arms could be so many? Who would think she would dissolve, puddle into lie-less nights, speak her thighs in his bed?
and all the while the cat retrieving balls and barking for all she’s worth.