Rae Hoffman Jager’s first chapbook, One Throne, was released by Five Oaks Press July of 2017. Rae has been published in a variety of magazines–Ambit, Arsenic Lobster, Leveler, Sport Literate, to name a few. Her work has won two contests and been described as rambunctious, urgent, funny, and elegiac. When she is not writing or reading poems for Rivet, she can be found thinking.
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~Grief
to Tosh
Instead of bonfire,
torn bag,
half circle
around it.
Instead of camp
song, stories
about a dead guy.
Sarah thumbing
through what
he left behind
in a limp box, items
that can be torn
in half:
cigarette box,
Christmas card,
a clear memory of his face.
Instead of prayer,
questions—
If you could
choose one
object to haunt
what would it be—
and how would you
inhabit it– by fire,
water submersion,
hands around the neck?
Forget it,
Nothing can make
you feel better now, friend,
not for a while,
so remember
Instead of rot,
ripening.
Eventually
what lingers on
becomes light,
even rocks
on the grave
that receive him.
~Accidentally Crashing a Resort Gathering in Tiberias, Israel where Tourists Read Letters From the Dead
Full on Riesling and St. Peter’s fish,
we stroll down 90, taking in the Galilee
until we find ourselves on a private beach
surrounded by crying tourists
which isn’t uncommon.
Almost everyone who comes to Israel
for the first, second, or third time breaks down
in tears over the same old superstitions—
a wall, a church, a golden dome.
Why should this be any different?
Behind the palms and Astroturf,
the moldy awnings and bloated moon,
one woman separates herself far
from the tour buses and chant-circles,
on a distant rock. We watch her
heave-sob, her sorrow
sanctimonious and ugly.
~Civic Duty
I wake up at 6am and drink coffee in front of the TV,
watch the latest shooting unfold,
panic in HiDef.
I start my car, go to Red Cross. They hook me up—
one needle in each limb, one in my neck.
Drain me dry, sorrow machine,
until I have nothing left.
The heroes among us
are sucking their thumbs,
not again. Here I go,
rubbing the sheets raw
in my sleep while I practice
running away
and not towards.
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Good pick Barton.
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