Jason Crane was born in Lenox, Massachusetts and lives in New York City. He’s a broadcaster, podcaster and writer. He’s a father. And he rides a bicycle.
Jason’s first collection of poems, Unexpected Sunlight (FootHills Publishing, 2010), is now available. His work has been published in Blue Collar Review, qarrtsiluni , Meat For Tea, State of Emergency: Chicago Poets Address The...
practice apocalypse / little boy / camo pants / Spidey socks / feathery hair / dirty nails / red cheeks / mixed teeth / front gap / deer shirt / legs crossed / on bed / killing zombies
It’s National Poetry Writing Month! A poem a day, each day in April. This poem was made using one of Charles Bernstein’s experiments: Acrostic chance: Pick a book at random and use title as acrostic key phrase.
I’m having one of those days / where I’m loving Brooklyn so much / we were walking down 5th Ave / when she said it, bellies full of sushi / noses full of blooming magnolias / (we thought the plant on our / window sill was a lilac but it wasn’t)
the Jewish girls are running the Jewish girls are running long black skirts fanning out behind them long dark pony tails flapping against their understated sweaters they’re laughing, these anachronistic young women speaking Hebrew shouting to one another in voices they’ll soon lose not far away, their future selves are pushing strollers filled with the ...
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throw down your sock, Allen: an East Village bestiary 1. sit on the church steps, she says see that building across the street? that’s where Ginsberg lived I don’t cry, but I could just think of the poets who stood on this East Village sidewalk, yelling up to the fourth floor for Allen to throw ...
kissing you at the bus stop the rain had been threatening all day making good on its promise briefly at the bus stop you leaned back against the brick wall on 10th Ave (“bobby & gabby 4ever”) so I could kiss you / slide my hands through your hair from the nape of your neck ...