The Canticle of Jack Kerouac (Part 2)by Lawrence Ferlinghetti There is a garden in the memory of AmericaThere is a nightbird in its memoryThere is an andante cantabilein a garden in the memoryof AmericaIn a secret gardenin a private placea song a melodya nightsong echoingin the memory of AmericaIn the sound of a nightbirdoutside a LowellContinue reading “The Canticle of Jack Kerouac by Lawrence Ferlinghetti”
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January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski
January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski I think it is interesting though not exactly amusing how we go from day to day with no money. How do we do it, friends ask, suspecting we really have some stash stacked away somewhere. But we certainly do not andContinue reading “January in Detroit or Search for Tomorrow Starring Ken and Ann by Ken Mikolowski”
New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner
New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner 5 p.m., corner booth Oak Bar, Plaza Hotel, New York City, Center of the World of all that matters. Where a Belvedere martini, up with a twist, contemplates you like a languid goldfish in a clear garden pool, or a suspended tear that you can take back inside, likeContinue reading “New Year’s Eve by Warren Woessner”
Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski
Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski the best Christmas I can remember I was in a tiny room in Philadelphia and I pulled down all the shades and went to bed and pulled up the covers. there was no telephone. there were no Christmas cards. there was no family. there were no gifts andContinue reading “Some kind of nut by Charles Bukowski”
Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero
Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero Trying to find my roost one lidded, late afternoon, the consolation of color worked up like neediness, like craving chocolate, I’m at Art Institute favorites: Velasquez’s Servant, her bashful attention fixed to place things just right, Beckmann’s Self-Portrait, whose fishy fingers seem never to do a day’s work,Continue reading “Chicago and December by W.S. Di Piero”
Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer
Phoenix Park in Summerby Jeannie E. Roberts —near the confluence of the Eau Claire and Chippewa Rivers In late Decemberwhen snow drifts and icicles freezewhen horizon’s cold hazesparks a remembrance I recalleach buoyant notethe vocal floatof quartets blendingmending sowing joy across crowdscouples strollingas rock ‘n’ roll fills the airand children dancing— defining beatsin the heatonContinue reading “Jeannie E. Roberts, Phoenix Park in Summer”
Union Street by Miriam Levine
Union Streetby Miriam Levine The calm fall night when blazing leaves were invisibleand the curtain of the living room windowblurred the gold dome of the capitol buildingrecognizable though beautifully clouded;and three windows of the house on Centre Streetalso came through but these in pale blue;and I thought everything is in its place—hushed and muted, evenContinue reading “Union Street by Miriam Levine”
Binghamton Lights by Julene Waffle
Binghamton Lightsby Julene Waffle From the outskirts of the city,before the street lights and electric billboardsstop The Milky Way at street level,cell phone and radio towersshimmer, like the Seven Dwarfs’ mine,illumined by sweat and hard work,all rubies and diamonds, stark againstthe cold night sky. Darkness has settled in and covers the factory graysof old shoeContinue reading “Binghamton Lights by Julene Waffle”
Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon
Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon Loop towers loom behind their gleam, and I can take you to the parking lot just off Dearborn Street where the Mayor and reporters went down into unflooded freight tunnels (although that lot is likely gone now, 26 years later). Alex and I drove south to north from city border to cityContinue reading “Towers loom by Patrick T. Reardon”
Thanksgiving Night, Old Town, Portland, Oregon by J.P. White
Thanksgiving Night, Old TownPortland, Oregonby J.P. White Look at this puffing city nightthat never stops to count itselfbroken into coins.What grammatical constructiondo you and I know by heartthat will visit the far-ranging human toneschattering against the windof the Columbia Gorge?Out on Couch Street,the homeless can’t wade through the snowwith their horse blanketsknotted around their throats.OneContinue reading “Thanksgiving Night, Old Town, Portland, Oregon by J.P. White”
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