Issue 5.1
Winter 2025

David Blumenfeld
bury me deep
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i buried
a brother little brother seven years old
with blue eyes strong spirit
i buried
a mother brown-eyed bright nurturing
full of headaches and depression life-long
depression and love
i buried
her before she sucked life’s marrow
God knows she tried
i buried
a father who knew only sports and business
found it hard impossible to show how much
love he had so how did I know it
i buried
a wife worst blow of all a thousand-story building
burying me deep shattering me one story at a time
over and over
i haven’t buried
a child thank God thank God don’t say it don’t mention it
Mother would say wrinkle-browed or you’ll be tempting
Fate so easily tempted so happy to oblige and when you
bury me
bury me deep six feet won’t do six feet is too few
bury me far below them all so far I can’t smell death’s
stench
bury me deep
bury me well
David Blumenfeld (a.k.a. Dean Flowerfield) is a retired philosophy professor and associate dean who resumed writing stories and poetry after a more than 40-year break. Since 2022, he has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize; one of his stories received a “notable essay” mention in The Best American Essays, 2022; nine of his poems were finalists or received high praise in poetry contests, and one of his pieces appeared in Best American Haiku, 2023.
Davidcblumenfeld.com
David's Book Recommendations
Francesca Bell. Bright Stain
Kim Addonizio, what is this thing called love
Sharon Olds, Blood, Tin, Straw
Andrea Cohen, Everything
Ellen Bass, Mules of Love
Reflection
If you have been fortunate to reach your late eighties, as I have, you tend to think about all the loved ones you have lost and of your own end.