Author: Jason Crane

Kickstarter: The Return Of The Jazz Session

Poet and broadcaster Jason Crane, who moved from Albany last year, is trying to bring back his acclaimed podcast, The Jazz Session, and he needs your help.

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The “Jazz Or Bust” Tour – And Poetry, Too!

Our good friend and Albany poet (even though he lives in NYC now) Jason Crane is taking his amazing jazz interview show, The Jazz Session, on the road. He will be traveling throughout this great country interviewing musicians and reading his poetry along the way. Here is where he will be and how you can help Jason make this tour happen.

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POEM: where I’m loving Brooklyn

where I’m loving Brooklyn “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) “and you” she added, holding my […]

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POEM: the Jewish girls are running

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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POEM: two turtles on a rock

two turtles on a rock a robin watching, feet just beneath the surface of this little pond in a corner of Prospect Park there’s a fallen-down half-sunken wooden fence overgrown with vines / a newer metal fence keeps everyone this close to nature but no closer the pond has a bend in it but it’s […]

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POEM: kissing you at the bus stop

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 […]

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POEM: here is what is here

here is what is here wooden end table used as a temporary desk: gold buddha statue, full lotus position (due to longstanding flirtation with Buddhism) microsoft wireless mouse and keyboard (despite a general distaste for that company) logitech speaker system with subwoofer (because I couldn’t stand not hearing bass) system 76 laptop computer running ubuntu […]

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POEM: skreeks & skronks

skreeks & skronks plectrum scraping against metal wire string theory: indeterminate length you take two bodies & mash their atoms collisions yielding energy / heat / light what if I gave you this & you kept it? one note in the bass arpeggio above we assimilate Italian terms because we have no adequate words to […]

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POEM: which I should be for you.

which I should be for you. I celebrate myself and, I am assuming that you are you expect, each atomille, which belongs to me if a good is for you. In my heart, and, by inviting Loafe loafen helppoudessani. . . . Summer viewing spear grass. / / / I celebrate myself and, I expected […]

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POEM: monkey mind

monkey mind “Matt, this is Chris.” “Chris, this is Danni. With an ‘i.’” “Danni, this is Nicole.” “I think we met at the book club.” “David, this is Stacy.” “Hi, these are my parents. They’re in         from Sweden.” “We’re here for 20 days.” “C.C., there are no eggs over there.” “Someone go tell C.C. that […]

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POEM: summer squash and ginger

From Buddha In The Modern World (Ongoing Photo Essay) summer squash and ginger on the cushion noticing the breath waiting for the same bubble to rise to the surface of the still water it breaks open scenting the air with summer squash and ginger sends ripples across the pond it comes as sure as moonrise […]

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POEM: fatherhood

fatherhood the phone just isn’t enough too many frequencies are lost between the vocal chords and the inner ear cast by satellites and towers into the atmosphere or outer space bloodless plastic against the ear is no substitute for a small warm palm wrapped up in my fingers or a kamikaze jump with a feral […]

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