Copyright 2003 by Marc D. Goldfinger.
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First Printing 2003. Printed in the United States of America
Grateful acknowledgement is made to the following publications in which these poems have previously appeared.
What I Do — Pegasus, Spring, 2002; Junkie Love — Poison Pen, Writings From Prison ; The Way She Shakes — City Of Poets ; This Love — The Buffalo News, 3/5/98, Ibbetson Street Press, # 9 & The Rites of Wolves ; The Butterfly In The Box — City Of Poets & The Rites of Wolves ; Significant Other — City Of Poets ; Free Love — Poison Pen, Writings From Prison ; An Ode To My Batterer — Ibbetson Street Press, # 11 . Many of these poems have also appeared previously in the Spare Change News which is put out by the Homeless Empowerment Project in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
For Mary Esther Rohman, who knows me better than any human who walks the Earth
What we wait for sleeps in our substance. Doctrine, being what it is, put on paper, hardens, becomes inflexible. The love of the heart, the Voice of the Spirit always changes, forms itself around us and within us, never hardens. Even those whose hearts have appeared to harden, within, underneath that brittle crabshell beats the Core of the Living Spirit. We become what changes us. The true church has no head, only a Heart.——-October 19, 1999
The Ibbetson Street Press prides itself on publishing poets who bring their unique perspective to their work. Marc Goldfinger, an ubiquitous Cambridge area street poet certainly fits this criteria. Marc has been many things in his fifty-seven years including a heroin addict, the editor of Spare Change News, a homeless person, a political activist, but most consistently a poet. Marc’s work touches on his hardscrabble life and his often nefarious milieu. Even though Marc Goldfinger often hawks his poetry chaps right near the august gates of Harvard Yard, his poetry is far removed from the academics and academia. His is a voice that needs to be heard and Ibbetson Street is glad to be a conduit for this unique artist. — Doug Holder/Ibbetson Street Press
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