August 21, 2011

Gwenn A. Nusbaum


Day opens, clouds
release their grip, light

the color of turnips, escaping.
A man reads a newspaper as though

his wife’s surgery will turn up
on one of the pages. He holds

the paper like a shield.
The nurses keep their distance.

You can’t see it from this angle,
but babies are being born.

from Rattle #34, Winter 2010
Tribute to Mental Health Workers


Gwenn A. Nusbaum: “My first recorded poem was in eighth grade. By high school, I declared in another poem that the pen was my favorite tool for expression. I followed the ‘conventional’ track of pursuing professional studies in psychology in college, yet straddled the world of the arts—especially English and literature. Graduate school in social work and post-graduate training in psychotherapy and psychoanalysis led to a career in which I have the privilege of helping people navigate their lives, engaging in personal dialogues. Before work, I write poetry. I see poems as possessing the potential for global dialogue, human to human, soul to soul.”