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December 24, 2018

miracles

there are miracles but they’re even rarer than we could ever care to admit there are miracles but they don’t come on command there are miracles but sometimes we don’t see the...


December 20, 2018

throwing shade

you all stand in the shadow of great men and great women who’ve passed yes but not famous folk you’ll never know not giants granting autographs at best you rather stand inside t...


December 19, 2018

ceaseless winter

it’s that certain kind of snow powdery and light but ceaseless it’s slow but seeming infinite as if it will just never stop as though God realized the mistake of this planet, this time and ...


December 19, 2018

me, I want a hula hoop

music producer David Seville, according to police reports snapped last night under the pressure of churning out the hits he broke into the recording studio at three in the morning with s...


I often think on how much of my personal culture is based on growing up during Early Cable Days when it was just the local network channels and the three New York City independent supers...


December 19, 2018

flyover

I’ve lived in the city that cannot sleep (no matter how many drugs it takes to try and get there) I’ve lived in the city lost inside dreams of itself (having eaten the lotus flower and drift...


December 19, 2018

glitter in the dark

between the cold hard almost dreary almost-frozen rain the not-yet-solstice endless obscured twilight night and all the houses with their fancy new-ish LED projector garish Christmas lights ...


December 19, 2018

a book of revelations

a gender reveal party where the middle of the cake is a guitar amplifier and everyone’s confused until the “g” falls off to reveal the word “Fender” and then the pregnant woman deafens t...


November 24, 2018

hell is a gun

the devil’s emissaries on our earth are the gun once there were too many of us running around here the devil had his hands full the devil couldn’t keep up with all our petty things so the de...


November 24, 2018

love love love

love will not come down as a conquering warrior love will not come as some pretty twenty-four frame-per-second blur animated by the flicker love will come to you in rags as if a refugee love...


November 24, 2018

ten lines on a woman

she wears the nightsky’s dark and stars as were it a cloak about her shoulders valkyrie, flaxen, honeyed-yellow hair not nearly as awkward as she believes boundless enthusiasm balanced ou...


November 15, 2018

its beginning to look a lot

we’re not saying that we’re SURPRISED its snowing in Northern NY in November we’re just stating it’s terrible that it is which is completely and utterly true if you got kicked in the nuts ...


November 15, 2018

the deep end

I tell the lady “I’ll have the chicken on this terrible fast food salad GRILLED thankyouverymuch” always makes me feel like an Olympic sprinter “salad dressing? How about LITE VINAIGRETTE?” ...


November 15, 2018

cusp

the thing about this time of year early november when the snows have come but haven’t stuck around for good thusfar is those few green things that haven’t wilted yet that aren’t hanging in a...


November 14, 2018

the math (such as it is)

the remainder, indivisible that which gets left behind because it didn’t know how to divide Solomon’s kids left out to writhe exposed to wolves and snow and rain as none would deign to forsake...


November 14, 2018

your tired

her blazing copper shine oxidized rusted into a sea-green over time slowly succumbed to the very air liberty reacting to the world around it to the people who will always come along on...


November 08, 2018

edges

they say the devil’s at the crossroads they say that God will stop at city’s edge they say the headless horseman stops after the bridge that all the code is hidden in the the crosswords the t...


November 08, 2018

papertrail

there is no more reinvention now no more evolution or rebirth now social media has seen to that whoever you were at twelve is who you’re stuck with being the electric receipts of your e...


November 08, 2018

passage

in mourning, time loses meaning or at least time’s passage does holidays become mere changes in the front window’s decorations seasons become mere changes in the patterns of the ...


November 04, 2018

ditmars station

I have no way with which to describe how much I’d rather be in Astoria breathing city air and feeling alive telling tales of back here while in Astoria make like William Outerboroughs...


November 01, 2018

the only constant

the cities rose and fell as did the seas the only constant being all the people they all had different languages they all had different faiths they all had different technologies but th...


November 01, 2018

and to hold

if you think this life is about finding or having or holding or winning or being in charge or being the best or having power holy Christ, are you going to be disappointed you...


November 01, 2018

impractical magic

it’s important to process Halloween as a burlesque of death’s power as a fool’s day against the end our only small power at all in the face of this oblivion is the solace of lau...


October 23, 2018

city, like a lover

it is one thing to see a big city a legendary city, a storied city one of the centres of the universe growing smaller in your rear-view towers of light shrinking fading blurring with mot...


October 18, 2018

the way we're headed

we can see clouds from the other side now from over the top in a passenger jet-plane as if the cotton-balls beneath our feet were the firmament of an Earth instead as if th...


Book Description

these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.