Don Yorty

December 30 & 31: Taking a Walk in the Woods

… December 30, 2016 I’m going to take a walk although it’s cold. Have soothed my dry itching skin with Crisco and off I go. Can you see by the ripples on the pond where it isn’t frozen that the … Continue reading →

December 23rd

30 Dec ’16

… Dad gets his antibiotic at 6 a.m. and midnight; he has some sort of pneumonia; there’s been no fever and the coughing has stopped, but still he gets more antibiotics until Monday midnight. I gave him the pill at … Continue reading →

Poems by Gil Ott 1977 – 78

28 Dec ’16

… I knew Gil Ott when I lived in Philadelphia in the 1970s. He was hosting a poetry program on the radio at the University of Pennsylvania on Saturdays that featured both local and visiting poets. Philly had a vibrant … Continue reading →

December 18th at Midnight

26 Dec ’16

… My father’s high school portrait (he went off to war shortly after it was taken) and his grandparent’s wedding portrait all very dusty on the mantle; the glass fruit was my mother’s. My great grandfather looks like my uncle … Continue reading →

Revenge of the Rejected Ones

11 Dec ’16

… By way of explanation before you read: Revenge of the Rejected Ones is part of Fucking, a poem I wrote for performance in the 1970s that I pretty much finished in 1976 and continued to perform in both Philadelphia … Continue reading →

The Watersnake

5 Dec ’16

… In the South Mountain along a road that goes from an ocean to a great lake not far from my parents’ home I walked up to a water snake whose lower end a car had crushed revealing in blood … Continue reading →

New Year 1980: Remembering AIDS

1 Dec ’16

… I moved to NYC in September of 1979 with the artist Patricia Kelly. My first job was at the Empire Diner, the evening shift as a sous chef and I got off at eleven. The cook who worked the … Continue reading →

Murat Nemet-Nejat reads Animals of Dawn: To Be Or Not To Be

13 Nov ’16

… I went to Hoboken two weeks ago to record Murat Nemet-Nejat reading from his new book, Animals of Dawn. It’s a great title, right? One sees things slowly appearing, dark becoming light, moving—Animals—Alive. Murat lives about a twenty minute … Continue reading →