Apartment like a shoebox,/One bedroom, four people.
Read moreApartment like a shoebox,/One bedroom, four people.
Read moreThe incendiary pre-dusk disc hovers over the glasspane Hudson/Then balances precariously on faraway peaks of the Jersey shore
Read moreWalking through Central Park/ Together with my mother,/I notice the expectation in her eyes...
Read moreOur Hudson today's/A dark undulating jade.
Read moreSo, looking skyward,/feeling the aching void of what's no longer, I asked for a sign...
Read moreWe're all going somewhere/And maybe our paths will cross
Read moreDon’t judge/Anything goes...
Read moreAlas, guess what! dominating space/ Sits a starling chirping loud
Read moreIf I could be a Christmas tree/Tell you what I’d do
Read more'Twas the night before Christmas on the Upper West Side...
Read moreDecember pulls no punches/ It tells it to you straight
Read moreThey dot the skylines in random array...
Read moreThey’re hangers-on/Refuse to leave the party.
Read more"Everyone says this poem belongs in the West Side Rag." Now, it is.
Read moreI bought a kazoo. Metallic green.
Read moreNo internet, no TV, no wifi, no Alexa.
Read moreDon't we all need some ruby slippers?
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