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Tough Guy – Myrtle Avenue

April 7, 2025 – 10:00 am

One walking back From buying a Newport loosie On Myrtle across from the park Smoking slow Walking slower A bald black man muscular His fit dog dropped to his belly__ “I know how you feel.” I say to dog His man “Shut the fuck up, honky.” “I ain’t the type to shut up, Plus I […]

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A Crescent Moon O’er Myrtle

October 13, 2024 – 12:44 pm

A crescent moon in a clear sky Low over Saba Deli on Myrtle Avenue The tilt of the Earth 15% Two weeks after the vernal equinox The Autumn sun setting due West___ All estimates mostly guesses, Save one certainty The bankrupt DeKalb Tower Empty tonight. The epitome of the unbeauty of luxury condos___ ps I […]

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Hunting Pine Trees 1958

December 2, 2023 – 8:47 pm

Fir trees lined the sidewalk On Vanderbilt Avenue Clinton Hill Brooklyn. Spruce pines Chopped Up north from New England forests. My homeland. Trees For families and friends To celebrate Christmas Breathing the fragrance of evergreens, As The tree elves Elysaah, Ruth, and Bobby Hock trees and wreaths Working hard Whilst I laze On My yuletide […]

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Wet Autumn Rain

October 27, 2023 – 10:41 am

A soft Autumn rain Then harder Raindrops bouncing off the sidewalk Of Myrtle Avenue Shutting my eyes I listen To the rain on the street The sizzle of car tires on the wet Engines acceleration on a Friday afternoon Listen harder To passersby. “Her bottom is bigger than my umbrella.” Laughter I open my eyes. […]

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Myrtle Avenue Autumn Evening

October 12, 2023 – 1:47 pm

The sunset autumn early Peach orange Topped by a soft lavender Then gray clouds Losing the light. Inside Duncan’s Fish Two grown men The counterman A faithful customer Argue as friends Like we do on Myrtle Avenue A shared laugh A see you soon. Young Chef ambushes me with a middle finger. A friendly salute […]

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