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Lot’s Wife


01.05.13 Posted in today's words by

Sy Roth comes riding in and then canters out. Oftentimes, the head is bowed by reality; other times he is proud to have said something noteworthy. After 42 years as a teacher/school administrator, he now lives in Mount Sinai, far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to words for solace. He spends his time writing and playing his guitar. His work has been published at Visceral Uterus, Amulet, Misfits Miscellany, Danse Macabre, Poetry Superhighway, Penwood Review, Foliate Oak, Word Riot, Big River, Ascent Aspirations, and other fine journals. You can find him on Facebook.

Lot’s Wife
By Sy Roth

hack away at that frozen entity,
meaning,
saw it and reduce it
until revealed is
a thumping heart.

labor in syllabified utterances
to cast newness upon ancient things.

gobble calcified words, then
repackage them in heated bundles–
slipping them tenderly into 
trembling hands.

stare at truths and
uncover, sometimes,
instead,
confounding conundrums–
Lot’s wife’s curiosity.




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