Originally from Western Massachusetts,
Don Pomerantz lives and writes
in New York City and the Hudson Valley.
His poems have appeared in over
50 American and international journals.
“One must admit, the world as we know it
contains a Higher Presence, which is to say
it is at once contained and uncontained.”
“It feels like rain. And it feels like the rain will feel like love.”
-Tar River Poetry- Full Poem
“The tree is a beggar who’s risen to untold
prosperity through no fault of his own.”
-Washington Square Review- Full Poem
“My shoes were afterthought and intimation, laces undone.
They touched the ground in ways I never knew.”
-Conium Review- Full Poem
“How Many Metaphors Can Tap Dance On The Head Of A Cabbage…”
-Space and Time Magazine- Full Poem
“The lost gods’ higher revving eternities race their invisible each others
unaware of the fond separations of cooling minutes between them…”
-Kestrel, A Journal of Literature and Art- Full Poem