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Michele Herman

Michele Herman’s short stories have appeared in Columbia and ACM. She also writes a monthly column in the Greenwich Village weekly the Villager and the newsletter for her children’s public elementary school in Manhattan.

Poetry

Jewish Community Center Entrance, July 1971

It’s dark and I don’t feel / at all well and my mother / will soon arrive to take me / home and the overripe aroma / of the hedges with the tiny / white flowers is making me / want to throw up but I’m / not alone because a fellow / counselor-in-training, / my first friend who is a boy, / has left the camp sleepover / to wait with me

November 2021

Poetry

A Slip Of Paper

found amid the rolls / of gift wrap: / a Trader Joe’s receipt / from December 23rd / eight years ago

July 2021

Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

A Mitzvah In Paramus

On a soaking-wet August day I stood under an umbrella in a Jewish cemetery in Paramus, New Jersey. Though the man we were burying hadn’t been particularly observant, the service was Orthodox, and everyone followed protocol: the other women and I huddled to the side while the men lifted the heavy casket.

March 2008

Fiction

How The Winds Are Laughing

But adrenaline, my old friend from early motherhood, has come back to me, and I have taken up with her. I let myself be seduced by her charms, grab her hands for a tango, even though I know her game, the way she sticks around just long enough to see me through everyone else’s crises and then splits when I really need her.

July 2004

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