by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 18, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Nostalgia- A song, a smell, a scene-I made a playlist of songs of the 70s and 80sWhen I collected records With hard earned money.I play these with the hope of those timesWith words and notable vibrationsTo jolt the world into light.Add to these, Latin rhythmsThe beats...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 11, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Store Front Sweeper WomanI’ve traveled worldwideTo places called third worlds.Dirt roads and hutsManicured by women sun-risersWelcoming days beginningWith the swish-swish of their broom.Sweeping the past away, making each day fresh.Here in Burien where I reside,An...
by Abbe Rolnick | Jun 4, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
My Childhood Comfort FoodA bowl of spaghettiButtered, no cheese or red sauce.Challah, bread of braids, Torn by my greedy hunger.Consumed with gusto,And if I was patient, sliced and toasted.Apple pie with more crust than filling,I tended toward starch, crunch Leaving...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 28, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Caught in a Storm– North, South, East, WestBaltimore snow drifts, high enough to Swallow a five-year-old.Lost in white I had to fight.Biscayne BayCrossing the Causeway,A twirl of windBlackened in tornado gusts.A sixteen-year-oldShaking in trust.Puerto Rican...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 21, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
Palms The warmth between the palms Settles me,As I take hold of her hands.Cushions of loveHoned with soft padsYears of love, flows. An exchangeReceived, With no explanationOr expectation.The warmth between the palms.Often my mother would reach across the aisle to...
by Abbe Rolnick | May 14, 2026 | Abbe's Notes
A Criminal sleeps? I pass the man curled on a bench.His one leg bent touching the ground.A plastic bag acts as his blanket.I see his chest rise and fallBreathing the air.I walk with his despairTo swim in my privileged life.All this before the sunrises.He is gone on my...
