… On Thursday evening I decided at the last minute to go see John Ashbery at the Public Library on 5th Avenue where the lions stand guard. There was a long line to get in, but once inside I made … Continue reading

… On Thursday evening I decided at the last minute to go see John Ashbery at the Public Library on 5th Avenue where the lions stand guard. There was a long line to get in, but once inside I made … Continue reading
… I sometimes think of Joel Allegretti as part Jersey boy and part Pop artist rolled into what he is, a poet. He came over to my place last week to read from Platypus, his new book published by NYQ … Continue reading
… Zack Haber is a poet who lives in Oakland. Over the summer he has been making his way across the USA. He stops at places he loves like Chicago and New York. And sometimes he stops at places he … Continue reading
… Simon Pettet came over to my place on the hottest day last week, one of those NY muggy days in the 90s, sweat in your eyes and crevices, a mopping of the brow and swallowing drinks of cold water … Continue reading
… About a year ago Akram wrote something on a sticky note pad and stuck it by the door, the last thing he looked at before he went out. He was working at a clinic at the time and left … Continue reading
… I am going to include an entry from a journal I kept in Wuhan in 2006 about eating Smell Bad Tofu for the first time. This entry was one of the first on my blog when I began it … Continue reading
… Yesterday, Sunday, July 9, 2017 folks gathered at La Plaza Cultural de Armando Perez at 9th Street and Avenue C in NYC to say goodbye to the weeping willow tree that was planted by Latino youths in the mid-seventies … Continue reading
… My favorite poem by Rimbaud is innocent and sensual; and there are those who would call it repulsive. It’s all about a boy’s sexual awakening. The boy has run away from home and is now dirty but found by … Continue reading