CALL FOR POEMS, SHORT STORIES, AND ESSAYS ABOUT LOVE

Love Calls
Call for Love Poems,
Essays and Short Stories under 700 words

Love is not simple and comes in unexpected ways.

Surprise us!

Send submissions to:
Bonnie Zindel
Creative Literary Editor
Psychoanalytic Perspectives
BonnieZindel@gmail.com
Deadline: March 1, 2011

Barbra Streisand and Me

We have a long history together. You see, her uncle, Sydney used to fix my parent's console TV when we lived in Rockaway Beach. He was over our house far too frequently because he and my mother had a crush on each other. Mind you, nothing happened between them. The flirtations took place beneath the at our dining room table over a cup of coffee while my father snored in the bedroom. I overheard him tell my mother that he had a bad-tempered niece, a meiskeit, he called her, an ugly girl. who thought she could sing when she could only shrie, which means scream. Watching my mother bat her mascaraed eyes at him, I decided that I was a fan of anyone he didn't think well of and I've been a Barbra devotee since. Just came home from seeing the newest Fockers movie!

God Nose

Saw Baldusseri's show at the Metropolitain today, full of verbal and visual wit. How come I majored in Fine Arts in the 60's and didn't learn about him? Whenever I hear the phrase, "God knows," I think of my Bubbie looking up at the ceiling, expecting an answer, or when she didn't have one, saying, "God only knows," in her thick Yiddish accent. Now I'll have an image of a nose floating among the clouds as well. Anyone read Gogol's The Nose?