Don Yorty

Sonnet 44

… I hear Dad’s chainsaw echo down the fieldcutting firewood for December’s stove. Herknife in hand Mom chops the cabbage she’ll sealin jars pouring boiling water overit first with a tablespoon of sea salt.Come November she’ll have her sauerkraut.Summer yet, … Continue reading →

Susana H. Case reads from If This Isn’t Love

29 Nov ’23

… … The poems in Susana H. Case’s new book, If This Isn’t Love, are connected by the idea of the telenovela so there is a storyline fluidity throughout with expected family and friends showing up, lovers and treacheries, familiar … Continue reading →

Michael Klein reads from The Early Minutes of Without

28 Nov ’23

Sometimes I like to take a walk. It could be in Central Park, or into the Appalachian woods. The important thing (for me anyway) is to find a comfortable spot and sit down to open a book and read. A … Continue reading →

Sonnet 13

28 Nov ’23

… The hunter and the deer are in the woods.Right now no gunshots explode the quiet.Only the wind’s unafraid to riotin a few leaves, shaking the branches goodthe living skeletons of wintertime.I hear some crows as far away as … Continue reading →

Gwen Frost reads from Self-Imposed Exile

29 Oct ’23

… Recently, I had the pleasure of hearing Gwen Frost read at the Jefferson Market Library in collaboration with other poets who are published by Broadstone Books, a small press in Kentucky, whose owner, Larry Moore, publishes many New York … Continue reading →

Magpie Photos by David Cale

27 Oct ’23

… David Cale moved to NYC the same year I did, 1979. I became aware of him a few years ago when I saw his one man show at the Public, We’re Only Alive for a Short Amount of Time, … Continue reading →

On Being Human, Illustrations by Gérard DuBois

21 Oct ’23

… Not too long ago I saw a drawing that reminded me of Laocoön, the Trojan priest, who was devoured by serpents sent by Athena. The goddess wanted to shut him up because when that big wooden horse appeared … Continue reading →

Sonnet 254

8 Oct ’23

…. Atlantic City, facade to the god Money on the edge of America where the sea and the air share a sky there before Christopher Columbus came, raped and pillaged the place. Lights, loud music and free drinks in all … Continue reading →

Home Again

30 Sep ’23

… September 30 When I get off the L Train at First Avenue, I usually take the Avenue A exit which is closer to home, but I had to stop at the post office and CVS so I got off … Continue reading →

At the Hampton Inn in Boca Raton

30 Sep ’23

September 8 The elevator isn’t working; we have a first floor room with a view of the pool. I’ll get to practice my awful French with the Haitian staff, me and Google Translate. J’ai encore sommeil. J’ai besoin d’une serviette … Continue reading →

Susie Timmons reads at the Poetry Project

15 Sep ’23

In May of this year, Susie Timmons read with Maureen Owen at the Poetry Project. Maureen lives in Colorado, and is almost never in New York, and Susie is a poet one reads more than sees so the Project was … Continue reading →

Harry Kresky reads from A Poet’s Journey

11 Sep ’23

… I met Harry Kresky in the late eighties; he was my lawyer, or I should say he was the lawyer for the community. Without going into too much detail, or I’ll be writing a book, Harry defended a Lower … Continue reading →