Linda Umans

Ghazal for My Brooklyn Childhood

Recollections in chiaroscuro are embedded in the hood.
An appetite for black-and-whites was whetted in the hood.  
A bat flew in the lobby of Balfour Place, the name of where I lived.
He still shows up in my dreams these days, dreams netted in the hood.
Films noirs at the movies with a matron whose eyes were on the kids.
Adolescent me and the James Dean of Rebel, passion wedded in the hood.
First summer job in Manhattan. O, sophistication implied.
Kents, Kools, yellow-fingered times cigaretted in the hood.
Disappointments, sadnesses, struggles not forgotten. Those complicated days.
Three libraries to walk to, sanctuaries all, in gratitude coronetted in the hood.  
Young Lin in all incarnations peeks out from Current Lin
to celebrate positives, negatives, unclassifiables vetted in the hood.


Linda Umans enjoyed a long teaching career in the public schools of New York City where she lives, studies, writes. Recent publications include poems in The Broome Street Review, DIALOGIST, Spillway, Composite {Arts Magazine}, Light - A Journal of Photography and Poetry, Journal of Applied Poetics, Carbon Culture, The Ghazal Page, and pieces in Mr. Beller's Neighborhood.