poetry

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]