Judy Kronenfeld ’64
Alumnae Poet
Judy (Zahler) Kronenfeld ’64 is the author of nine collections of poetry. Her six full-length books include If Only There Were Stations of the Air (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions, 2024), Groaning and Singing (FutureCycle, 2022), Bird Flying through the Banquet (FutureCycle, 2022), Shimmer (WordTech, 2012), and Light Lowering in Diminished Sevenths, 2nd edition (Antrim House, 2012)—winner of the 2007 Litchfield Review Poetry Book Prize. Her third chapbook is Oh Memory, You Unlocked Cabinet of Amazements! (Bamboo Dart, 2024). Her poems have appeared in four dozen anthologies (including one textbook) and in such journals as Cider Press Review, Cimarron Review, DMQ Review, Gyroscope Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, New Ohio Review, Offcourse, One, One Art, Rattle, Sheila-Na-Gig, Slant, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Verdad, and Your Daily Poem. Her creative nonfiction has appeared nine times in Under the Sun and has also been published in Hippocampus and Inlandia: A Literary Journey, among other places. Apartness, her memoir in essays and poems, will be published by Inlandia Books in early 2025. She is Lecturer Emerita, Creative Writing Department, University of California, Riverside. A Stanford Ph.D. in English (1971), Judy has also published a controversial book on Shakespeare and Shakespeare criticism, King Lear and the Naked Truth (Duke U.P., 1998) and a dozen scholarly articles on English Renaissance and other literatures. She lives in Riverside, California, with her anthropologist husband. They have two far-flung middle-aged children and four grandchildren.
Select Poems
Heads thrown back after one
bubbly sip—the young in soft drink commercials
seem as lavishly happy
as lottery winners. They look
the way we imagine ourselves
on the stages of our dreams—glamorous,
anointed, spotlit—our luck about to spill
into graciousness.
And even in ads for walk-in bathtubs,
incontinence pull-ups, stair chairs,
dementia care, the actors don’t merely grin
and bear it, but almost chortle,
like Cheshire cats who just
swallowed these amazing canaries,
though the old they represent
are more like expiring birds.
But the worst soft pitch: the “personal” Christmas
pictures taken in the dementia wing
of my father’s “retirement home.”
In another life, his face would say
This is ridiculous, even if he played along,
and sat in the appointed armchair
by the tree, and hugged the enormous white
teddy bear prop, as instructed.
But he is in this current life,
and guilelessly presses his warm cheek
against the bear’s fuzzy one,
and stabilizes the bear’s plump feet
with his free hand, as if they were a child’s.
From Groaning and Singing (FutureCycle Press, 2022).
First published in New Ohio Review 25 (Spring, 2019).