Tag Archives: urban

Stoop

Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond. Advertisements

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Bensonhurst

Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?

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Rails

Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.

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Halloween

Halloween. As was tradition, the boys would stalk the neighborhood, armed with cartons of eggs and cans of Barbasol. Me and my friends were foam-caked, yolk-splatted messes when we ran into Alexis and her friends coming home from school. They … Continue reading

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Futurism 101

Shaping destiny’s progress through emptiness held together by an epiphany of particles architecting man’s worth in finite measures.  

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Summer Wind

Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.

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Legend

Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.

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Mystery

Because we never met, you will forever and always remain the fretted girl behind double crossed scratched glass square rooted Brooklyn train station blues, the soundless frozen fragment of a life running on and outward bound.

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Digging for Air

There was always plenty of tomorrow-talk, bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing. What we would do, where we would go, how we’d become this or that. We erected fragile monuments to ourselves, and expected others to pay their respects, … Continue reading

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Valentine

At the fringes of his bucket list, on his very last pour, he honored the small bright birds buried in his heart for his first love, his ailing mom, who, in her fading twilight, could tenderly absorb the valentine immortalized … Continue reading

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