a short poem.
Reminiscing about Queens after watching my neighborhoods on tv.
I never wrote about this day, but I wanted to remember the way I saw it as a kid.
There are days when I can’t wait to get out of Manhattan. I find myself running to the train after work and inevitably catching the rush…
On the those walks through ongoing city blocks, what do we think about? New places and faces let stories unfold as we create our own meaningful connections.
If you missed it, here are some great poets, from veterans to poet newbies featured at the Chapbook Festival 2015.
Music in Bryant Park: Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra… The songs pull me, and I find myself staring at the white ice— the skaters going round, some…