Tag Archives: Uptown Bar
Shall We Dance?
For Steve and Colin We three who sit in a tattered, sprung black booth on the non-music side ask ourselves this. The confusion— liver or lives, ecstasy from a handful of pills or arms dropping from an invisible burden. It … Continue reading →
No Empty
No time to mourn, to encounter rubble in a hole before retail monster walls rise above. Dismantling December air, live instruments and raw voices not welcome in this symmetrical disaster. Uptown bans all scars.
Uptown November First
This room is for music, that one for shouting on the fall down. That’s how I remember it, how I tried to keep it straight. But when I got blurry, I may have released my vocal chords wrong—a coloring outside … Continue reading →
What Wants to Be Found
Not marble, shale, leftover concrete, pieces of a letter her grandmother wrote the summer before she died. An article on the history of Saint Anthony Falls, milling along the mighty river, grain refined into flour, torn photos revealing explosions about … Continue reading →
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Tagged as nagahyde, Poetry, Saint Anthony Falls, Uptown Bar
Faceless (from The Ecstatic Uptown Chronicles)
She was just a smoking pool that night as any other. She belonged to the faceless generation till she found hers on the back of an envelope addressed to no one.
