Category Archives: Poetry

December 20, 1978 – East Village – Journal

January 3, 2024 – 2:38 pm

My Christmas shopping is nearly complete, except for my brother Frank and sister Pammie, but accomplishing that should be easy thanks to a bet at OTB with Bill Yusk coming through. Wise Philip at Aqueduct. An unexpected boon thanks to a dream about the race. Like DH Lawrence’s The Unrealistic Dream Of A Horse Rider. […]

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New Year’s Day the East Village 2024

January 1, 2024 – 5:14 pm

St. Mark’s Church New Year’s Day Late afternoon Outside The sky a darkening gray. Poetry inside Hundreds in attendance Words twisting into more words A tangle of syllables Wrought by the breath of life Skipping o’er the tongues Of Poets amongst poets Within the church. Outside Afternoon surrendering to evening Walk down Second Avenue The […]

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The Touch of Hands

December 27, 2023 – 1:32 pm

A hand Five fingers The veined back and fleshy palm. Two hands Ten fingers A woman’s hand Mine are scarred Accidents and fights Only on my right hand. A woman’s hands Palms On my cheeks Soft and warm. It’s been years. Since a woman’s touched Me. Eyes shut Soul open Bewitched by the palms Of […]

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Imagine Peace

December 26, 2023 – 7:27 pm

/div> No silent night No peace on Earth Like Lennon sang Imagine Imagine Imagine Imagine no more them Imagine no more us Imagine only we are the world We are us. We are us. From the mountains And the valleys To the Oceans All around the world. No more prayers No more thoughts Only the […]

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A Tes Genous – Paris 1985

December 20, 2023 – 1:54 pm

Dawn crept over The rooftops Of Ile St. Louis Ropes tightened around the wrists Of Cousin Sharon. Her legs stretched wide by leather anklets Attached to chains Nailed to the atelier floor. Complement nu. Bare feet. The windows open to winter. Nipples hard Gash wet A glove hand on her ass. Underwear stuffed in her […]

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