March Poems from our Tomato Poets
Our Tomato poets cover a gamut of emotions. Nicole Freezer Ruben’s “Redemptions Dinner” explores reconciliation and the complexities of long-standing friendships. Carol Ostrow’s “Simple Pleasures” humorously reflects on love and the desire for companionship. “Believe” by Madlyn Epstein Steinhart touches on themes of resilience, hope, and the enduring spirit of authenticity. “It’s Time” by Stephanie Sloane is a reflective piece about heeding one’s inner call for change and the courage to embrace new beginnings.
Redemption Dinner
If we did not stop and think
my bulging wall
would have encased
and imprisoned me beyond repair
in this fresh wreckage.
Too much silence was passing,
echoing loudly in the gradually darkening corridor
of our 40 year friendship.
I lit the match and right before
it almost burned my finger,
texted and invited you out
to celebrate your birthday
2 months late, and to talk.
We decided to meet
at a new pizza place
that accepts everything spices
sprinkled over a cream cheese sauce,
as a slice.
We raised negronis on tap
and I started by declaring
there was no other option
but to figure out
how to remain friends.
“I think you see me as a walking reminder of your depression
and it must be hard to be with me.”
I told him that 6 years is a small sliver
of a precious connection
in our long history,
hardly the whole story,
and that his fog
was interesting to me.
He denied that,
but I’m guessing it’s a piece
of the gazillion piece jigsaw
that we began at 15,
and will hopefully one day, complete.
As we pulled the cheesy sectors onto our plates
and turned over a few more jagged parts,
making new connections.
some volume began to return.
By the time we got to dessert
and the redemption song
to the tune of happy birthday was sung,
a faint new image
began to take shape.
He blew out his candle
and I made a wish
for the ever-changing
image on the box top
to become clear,
signaling that we’d eventually be ok.
~Nicole Freezer Rubens, “The Long Pause and the Short Breath”
Simple Pleasures
Love, it seems, is all around,
Even though I have not found,
The one!
Of course there have been a series of three,
Who were brave enough to marry me,
But now, the last one left me free,
All alone to simply be,
A woman, a person, to live and enjoy,
But all I want is a cute boy toy,
You know what I mean!
To bring me breakfast on a tray,
To do nice things for me each day,
To understand whatever I say,
Even when I refuse to play,
Any games, or call him nasty names,
When I want to be left alone,
You know what,
I’m living in a bubble,
A relationship is too much trouble.
Living alone is just fine.
~Carol Ostrow, author, “Poems from My Pandemic Pen”
Believe
The squirrels do their acrobatic routines on powerlines and get those nuts and goodies hidden
Poets and writers look for fresh ways to say it better and enjoy their craft
Geese follow
their leader with the large piece of bread hanging from her mouth
The US government will punish the guilty ones with their fake tan and hopefully wearing an orange jumpsuit next to Guiliani
What you used to be Mr. Mayor no longer counts
The good people still count not the phony ones
People have the right to live their lives peacefully and joyfully
Hang in there
Be safe and true
Believe
~Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, author “Put Your Boots on in the Rain” and “Beautiful Heart”
It’s Time
My instincts always tell me
When it’s time to make a move
Be it career or living
They’re screaming now
New York City is calling me
For three plus years
Living has been in the country
A move I needed to make
A good move
A good three years
Not ready to give that all up
But wouldn’t it also be good
To have a base from which to see old friends
Left behind but not forgotten
A haven to call my own
Never know unless I try
It’s time
~Stephanie Sloane, author “Dear Me”
Poetry is back in vogue and through The Three Tomatoes Book Publishing we have the honor of publishing books by four poets—Madlyn Epstein Steinhart, Stephanie Sloane, Nicole Freezer Rubens, and Carol Ostrow. Check out their poetry submissions each month.