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Staten Island Ferry

Waiting for the Staten Island ferry on Tuesday afternoon, I am overcast and scattered showers. How can I describe it? I left my home for home to see my brother who left home to come home but briefly. There are … Continue reading

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Coming Back From Brooklyn

Every morning I wake To an audience of brick. The house is a crowded place, As all bodies are. And in such sleep the dance is gone hips no longer moved By marionette or drum. What smoke unlocks the roof … Continue reading

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White Tents on Mulberry

7:37 am on Mulberry Street. September 20 or 21, 2012. Some days it’s hard to know what day it is. San Genarro should be over, but the street is still lined with white plastic tents; every block the same variety … Continue reading

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What the Road Wakes #ontheroad #summertime

I haven’t forgotten, but I’d be lying if I said I remembered right away. It was confusing. I remember that. And now, after thinking, I remember the police and wondering what you were so afraid of. I always want to … Continue reading

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Arrival.

The rest of the ride was in silence. Except for the occasional shift of my bag. And then the french woman behind me took a call. I imagined it was a happy occasion, her voice was soft and her breathing … Continue reading

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Global Warming in New York

My shoes are too tall. What does this action signify? What does it mean? It’s a human thing. Father. The difficult part of being human is sitting by the river having an existential crisis while drinking chai out of an … Continue reading

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9 of 31. Four Minutes

Between this dream and that batting ideas around like butterflies lightly Watching time turn itself over into another cup of hot water the same paper thin bag of tea leaves He watches the red hand across the street bites his … Continue reading

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when it rains

Ask for more. Until the flowers open their insides out and the dirt is full of puddles. When it rains in New York listen to whatever they play in Mama’s Kitchen. Don’t carry an umbrella, or wear sensible shoes. Let … Continue reading

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Coming Up!

A Divine Intoxication: Exulting Land and Sea Amy Leigh Cutler will be one of the presenting poets at this wonderful evening of art, poetry, and light fare. Come out and celebrate!

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1 of 30. City Wide Worship

There were hundreds of us clustered into Bayard Rustin high school auditorium. Chelsea was all kinds of heaven tonight. The music was minimal.  A guitar, a few mics, and Alf on the keys. But we sang and sang until light … Continue reading

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