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My poem—Ready, Aim, Sing—is up at Cactifur. Here is the poem: Ready, Aim, Sing My sister, Angie, thought she’d save the world. She grew her black hair long and fancied herself the next Joan Baez. Angie was sure song would … Continue reading →

My poem is up at Schlow Library as part of local response to the traveling exhibition ”Americans and the Holocaust,” at the Penn State University Libraries, January 29th to March 10th. The Schlow exhibition of art work and poetry is … Continue reading →

Here is the second of the poems just published in The Rush (Mount Saint Mary’s University). In the Wings   Slight and subtle like a breeze from the west that presages a storm, it reminds me of the mortality of … Continue reading →

I have two poems in the current issue of The Rush (Mount St. Mary’s University). Here is the first: Nostos   It was on the rise behind the blueberry bushes, blue-black with fruit.   I don’t know what drew me … Continue reading →

Thrilled that my poem, Cadge, has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Burningword Literary Journal. Here is the poem: CadgeJANUARY 2021 | POETRY, PUSHCART NOMINEEI bet the four flush—worth next to nothingbut looking to all like the keyto the … Continue reading →

I have two poems on the Lothlorien Poetry Journal site today. Here is a link: https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2021/11/two-poems-by-steven-deutsch.html and the poems. You can get the actual format of the poems on the link. I can’t make the blog behave. Where I’m Writing … Continue reading →

My poem, Checker Cab, is in the Fall Issue of Black Coffee Review. Here it is without the stanza breaks. And what might be a link. https://www.blackcoffeereview.com/fall-2021?fbclid=IwAR2x42zGUgCfVmqkJeGYH2uFInySueex3tEbKFU5uUOdeHAqsLk3Gw6Z9Sg Checker Cab It was the one story my dad never told even though … Continue reading →

My poem was just published by Hare’s Paw Literary Journal. Here it is: Shibboleth by Steven Deutsch ​ “You even changed the names of the fucking streets,” Andy told us over beers a few weeks after he’d come home. ​ It … Continue reading →

Tired of talk.How hardto take this dreadful seasonin silence. The reasonfor the pleadinghas passedlike last summer. I did not seeit going. Only gone.To quietnow against thosetedious arguments —repeatand repetition. My cheerful, mid-winter, mid-pandemic poem is up on The Drabble.