Larry Jaffe
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New Book: The Anguish of the Blacksmith's Forge

Are you loved, wished to be loved, lost your love, love someone from afar?  Does your heart quicken at the thought of another?  Then Jaffe's new book The Anguish of the Blacksmith's Forge is the inspiration and the remedy for loves lost and found.  Like a Japanese sword maker honing the steel blade, Jaffe's words burn with ferocity and slice like the coldest steel.  Come feel your heart smolder with passion, order it today, read it tomorrow!

Enjoy, be well, and tread peacefully through the world, with Larry’s open heart beside you. JFK

Jaffe’s fists beats hard, punches us in the eye, it slaps us on both cheeks such slaps are memorable because they are honest, yes, and because they come from the heart and are meant to stay. IK


From the Foreword:

“The Anguish of the Blacksmith’s Forge distils the essence of experiences across, time, place and emotional healing. The poems crystallize a chaotic range of experiences into a collection steely enough to raise a skyscraper of words into the stratosphere. I do not have to recommend that you read this collection because the words command you to do just that, all on their own. Enjoy, be well, and tread peacefully through the world, with Larry’s open heart beside you.”— Jayne Fenton Keane 

From the Introduction:

“Whatever form his honest voice takes, Jaffe always attempts to tell us something about the world at large, even in the most domestic of details. Jaffe’s fists beats hard, it punches us in the eye, it slaps us on both cheeks such slaps are memorable because they are honest, yes, and because they come from the heart and are meant to stay."  — Ilya Kaminsky

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Selections...

September

She walks
from rosebud
unfolds
decisions
kisses
his fingers
—from the tumbler
of acid
he exits
as honest
as a razor

 

Nights

 

2

In the street
they kissed
for the first
time
their lips
knew
each other
and she
never closed
her eyes.

 

5
They speak
like old lovers
gesturing at sparks
caressing
sleepless
nights
They walk
mysteriously.

 

Mornings

 

2
It is a delicate
thing
how her
clothes fall
to the floor;
in undressing
she is
fully clothed
for him.

 

4
He looks
into
the eyes
of morning
speaks several
languages
simultaneously,
he has
never
felt his
heart
before.

 

7
The last time
they touch
she holds him
in her arms
as if he was
broken china
—tears cauterize
his wounds
he mixes her
memories
with his fingers
—he always
touches her.

 

8
She prays
wrings her hands
in confession
wrenches her heart
from her bosom
replaces
his emptiness
baptizes his body
with her own
– she leaves
with rust
on her hands.

 

Successive Mornings

 

Thursday
Every Thursday
he expects
to undress
and slide
the quilt
with him
it is the
only day
of the
week he
sleeps
naked.

 

Days

 

Thursday
Every Thursday
he expects
to undress
and slide
the quilt
with him
it is the
only day
of the
week he
sleeps
naked.

 

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