Poetry

Wednesday Words - November

He sits with cigarette smoke and a chill in the air outdoors the graying city, watching her guests take pictures they will use to tell a story about themselves to […]

He wears his name on his chest So you won’t forget it — Or so you can pretend To know him already. He is always composing something: Emails, text messages, […]

Apparently the recession has even affected intergalactic bounty hunters.

Against my better judgment I am posting this poem, which I wrote to honor the thousands upon thousands of artists slain in battle with this giant city. East of Manhattan […]