Let me introduce you to one of most influential writers in my life: Judy Korotkin (aka my mom), who has just published “Horizons,” her second volume of poetry. Her first volume is “The Whirlwind Heart.”
Judy came to poetry later in life (after her novel and several plays), and it is through her work that I finally understand how poetry simplifies the complex, strips away excess, and clarifies ideas and experiences. Through her poetry, I’ve gained a greater understanding of her life, of life.
Judy writes movingly about her worldview and the world’s view of her as an older person. She doesn’t take kindly to typecasting. And why should she? She’s younger than many of us and can laugh you under the table.
The “Horizons” collection is whimsical, insightful and at times bittersweet. It captures dreams past and present, as well as life’s daily magic. She also writes of the inevitability of her passing (which I refuse to believe possible).
Below is one of my favorite poems. But first, let me share a dream — to sell enough of Judy’s books to cover her tuition to the Breadloaf Writer’s Conference in Vermont. (It is one of the premier writers’ retreats in the country.) It would be her reward for a life well lived — and well written. All book sales go directly to her.
The book is $10, click here to order.
“At This Age”
© 2014 Judy Korotkin
I can’t believe I’ve reached the age
where my horizon is today,
where all I want is to engage
with myself right on this page
so those who read my words will say,
her words, her wit deserve the stage!
It warms my heart that at my age
I still can move, I still can sway
the young, the old, the fool, the sage —
I still can show them at this age
(with no sign yet of mind’s decay)
what’s still possible if you engage!
I’m really thrilled that at my age
I can write and still convey
my view of life and love and gauge
why I can’t accept I’ve reached this age
where my horizon is today.
I’ll admit there is some rage;
I’ll explore that on another page.
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