Tag Archives: New York City
Saudade Exchange Rate
Let this table not wobble, my coffee not spill. Let me not offend an old friend, remember how to pronounce the name of your hometown before I get there. Let it not rain in New York City Friday night. Let … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Bridge
For MJN crossing beneath, for NYC connecting across, for The Brooklyn Bridge rescue working destiny Advance your vantage point, collapse your facade of steel, your gutted concrete floor. Collide your bridge maker with mine, collage your hand over mouth with … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Roots System Hardiness
Minneapolis, zone 4 more so than 5. New York City, 7. Only odd ones get full excavation treatment for this reassembled world. Don’t forget tonight’s hard working crooner, guitar string shredder. Buy the music for now and for another night, … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Flat Iron
I may (dis)honor the memory of our affair. No number of lies will erase clouds from a June sky. A man lies in an empty garbage cart—the clean-up crew waits for another festival to end. Can a phone company’s window … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Epistolary
Rivers are larger than creeks are larger than brooks are larger than runs. The man you couldn’t get to that unnamed European airport in time with is not the same man you loved twenty years ago who would never sing … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Saint Mark’s to Saint Ann’s
I am the impulse to give you that book. I am the melancholy stirring within as I study a 19th-century façade that’s lost its building on East 12th. I am the joy of hearing a childhood friend’s laughter still ring … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
On Approach
It is by abandonment I come to this place of landing, this state of delivered from evil or angels mind. Through clouds, descent, the wing behind me, The City below, a capitalization I won’t deny. The loss of symmetry is … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Across the City
To E.B. White Rain on Park Avenue South, I walk the boulevard strip looking for a break. Let me in, let me cross, let me be in New York strolling without longing for a face I’ve never seen. Umbrellas collide … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Bridge
For MJN crossing beneath, for NYC connecting across, for The Brooklyn Bridge rescue working destiny Advance your vantage point, this bridge, collapse your facade of steel, your gutted concrete floor. Collide your bridge maker with mine, collage your instinctive hand … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Waterfalls Are Made (or, Olafur Eliasson’s “New York City Waterfalls”)
As I admire water falls as art, I lose my anxious desire for a chance encounter with you. I never forgot you. Mainly scaffolding, pumps, and piping, physics of the tangible after inebriation splashes into the river of our souls. … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
