A Coney Island poem for the 4th of July
Today is America's day, and what's more American than Coney Island? I have a poem for...
PoemsA collection of 71 posts
Calamity
Last January I staggered and collapsed. I landed flat on my back, snapping my scapula. But I can't be that mad. After all, assonance will happen....
And I love her
Lonesome alto sax in the shadows on Broadway moans "And I Love Her."...
To Ella
I dreamed of you last night but it wasn’t you it was another dog who looked just like you but I was only borrowing her at the whim of some unseen and uncaring entity sometimes...
Smells like Brooklyn
Homeless man smoking In 45th Street Station. We'll cut him some slack....
Saturday morning in Astoria, Queens
Nail salon workers Lined up in a row of five Taking a selfie...