Survivor Tree by Joan McNerney

Survivor Tree May 2011 by Joan McNerney There in core of the World Trade Center this pear tree stands. It grew from ash of bodies clasping hands falling in air. Cared for by those who believe in life. Now reaching for heaven despite the hatred of men screaming in streets. Look how sunlight touches eachContinue reading “Survivor Tree by Joan McNerney”

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov As the stores close, a winter light xxopens air to iris blue, xxglint of frost through the smoke xxgrains of mica, salt of the sidewalk. As the buildings close, released autonomous xxfeet pattern the streets xxin hurry and stroll; balloon heads xxdrift and dive above them; theContinue reading “February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov”

Once in the Bronx by Gary Beck

Once in the Bronxby Gary Beck Once I had a girlfriend who lived in the Bronx.I got lost whenever I visited her.I vaguely remember her neighborhood,a resplendent boulevard built to welcomeNapoleon IV, Marshal Foch, General de Gaulle.But it received instead my urgent lust,leading me astray in the seven hills,not of rambling Romeand the conspiratorial Tiber,butContinue reading “Once in the Bronx by Gary Beck”

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”

Survivor Tree by Joan McNerney

Survivor Tree May 2011 by Joan McNerney There in core of the World Trade Center this pear tree stands. It grew from ash of bodies clasping hands falling in air. Cared for by those who believe in life. Now reaching for heaven despite the hatred of men screaming in streets. Look how sunlight touches eachContinue reading “Survivor Tree by Joan McNerney”

Indian Summer by David Dephy

Indian Summerby David Dephy That’s right, friends, it was an Indian summer.I was sitting in the New York’s taxi, as I wassitting in the hammock hanging on the waterfalland I was thinking about myself on the waterfall… “When we are not ourselves, we are killing ourselves,”I thought. “We are the lights when we are ourselves,butContinue reading “Indian Summer by David Dephy”

The Senses of Progress by David Dephy

The Senses of Progress by David Dephy I am walking on the Brooklyn Bridge now. I am listening to the trembling of the rivers. They say: “Remember us, the circumstances of the present and the past shape, the possibilities of progress.” I am walking on the Manhattan Bridge now. I am listening to the raysContinue reading “The Senses of Progress by David Dephy”

Labor Day by Joseph Millar

Labor Dayby Joseph Millar Even the bosses are sleeping latein the dusty light of September. The parking lot’s empty and no one cares.No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas or starts up the big machines in the shop,sanding and grinding, cutting and binding. No one lays a flat bead of flux over aContinue reading “Labor Day by Joseph Millar”