Category Archives: Poetry

On The Road – Kerouac – July 2022

Route 6 – The Bear Mountain Bridge Every trip begins somewhere. PAGE ONE – ON THE ROAD I’d been poring over maps of the United States in Paterson for months, even reading books about the pioneers and savoring names like Platte and Cimarron and so on, and on the roadmap was one long red line […]

November 2, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

At Club 57 on St. Mark’s Lang and I heckled the performers. Several people in the audience took offense. Miss Nancy, the emcee, shrilled, “Get the fuck out of here.” The crowd laughed and I responded saying, “Join the real world or at least the 1930s.” We didn’t leave, but when David Dirtbomb, a comic, […]

Pumpkin Stand Bowling 1962

Route 28 From Chatham On Cape Cod To Manchester New Hampshire. The four-laner contracted to two Through the Blue Hills South of Boston___ Wider again after the lights After Chicktawbut Road Passing my neighborhood A fruit stand sold pumpkins On Halloween___ That evening Hundreds lay unprotected No lights Our gang of boys and girls Sleathily […]

Montauk Train # 19

Amagansett Empty golf course FourteenPile Of Stones minutes From Montauk___ I have never played golf Pitch and Putt Once in Queen’s Park London Back in the last century With friends Nina, Ingi and others The Persian, Maid Marion, Frank, maybe Fingers Maybe others___ A beautiful September afternoon Queen’s Park Who won No one cared No […]

le Bains Douches Toujours Seule

A poem from a journal 1983. Ah, Paris.