Salt City
Syracuse, NY The snow-trucks spill whatever salt their worth, while still each day the snow collects in new assaults, a feckless labor of the lake effect. A couple...
View ArticleFive O’Clock Fifth Avenue, Late November
The big spruce is already lit It is the season between seasons There’s so much to do, but not yet I can’t see the lights of Broadway here Neither can I see the moon But walking through, I know they’re...
View Articlehomeward commuter
sandwiched between half-naked moon above my head and half-drown sun at the fag end of the street the day is slowly forced to forget the world for another night inside me solid thoughts wait for words...
View ArticleBeyond the Village
One day she discovered the city, frenzy of steel and glass, tar and flesh. Trolleys, subways and Muni buses rumbled and hissed up and down the hills beside elegant houses with vases of flowers in...
View ArticleWalking Home as Morning Wakes
Today is street cleaning day. One parking enforcement officer tends the dank, quiet streets. He too is quiet, introspective, thinking of the lonely train whistle on the periphery of his hearing; the...
View ArticleMadison Avenue Secrets
As time fills blanks with passing moments, comfort wafts off that concrete hardscape. Familiar hot sidewalks catch flecks of light through specks of quartz and mica that come alive each time a glint...
View ArticleFootnotes from the Gutters
The Reading Room October 2nd, 2011 It’s a warm day in Manhattan, with an impersonal breeze. The grass is ringed with concrete, like a Greek temple. Trees with twisted trunks dome over the space like a...
View ArticleParis Haiku
Erik Satie’s music in the courtyard pears hanging off a window Shakespeare & Co the red pony in a fallen stack of books late afternoon...
View ArticleA Running Record
(Meridian Hill Park: July 1st 2008 — October 1, 2008) 00:15 Across land Began 1:05 Any among Could be a threat If the pigeons congregate And you must wash this park For its redevelopment As...
View ArticleA Letter from the Editor
December 21st 2011 Dear Reader, Welcome to Issue Four. “Did you ever fail to waste at least two hours of every sunshiny day, in the long ago time when you played the flâneur, in the metropolitan city,...
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