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QUE LINDA by Dakota Pollock

I sat at the end of The bed in our Bedroom. Her dress hung from The cheap clothing rack I’d picked up from the Dollar store on Broadway. The dress, it was formless, But still held the shape of Her body which was very much Alive even though she was Somewhere else. I yanked the […]

Modern American Illiteracy

After a four-day stay at NYU Hospital in August I was signed out for release. I dressed in my street clothing, thanked the staff for their care, and descended by elevator to the ground-floor to hit the streets. I spotted a gift store in the main lobby and stopped to get a newspaper or a […]

Drifting On the Sea – Hart Crane – Poem by Peter Nolan Smith

Published Feb 14, 2021 Sunken fishermen struggle to swim Without anyone warm enough to shed a tear and they know who will join the sea. The night stars illuminate the path to nothing. for a drunken poet someplace to be other than the wet Caribbean A ship’s aft lights dim in the dark and the […]

Hart Crane by Dakota Pollock

HART CRANE Harold Bloom is dead I don’t have to worry About his academic attacks On others with That sniveling, self assured Intellect His smug, all knowing, pretentious smirk Like the sailors Who threw Hart Crane From a ship After he made a pass At probably all of them And they threw him Into the […]

Pissing Oak by Dakota Pollock

I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber’s chair Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs My neck and gut both bent, while in the air A weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs. Like steaming dung within an old dovecote A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my […]