Chapbook launch party. June 24th at 6 pm at Keats Restaurant (842 2nd Ave, New York, NY).
I’m reading on June 24th, at 6 pm, with Emily Alta Hockaday and Alina Gregorian at Keats Restaurant (842 Second Ave, New York, NY). Emily’s chapbook Starting a Life is available for preorder from Finishing Line Press.
Florence in my dream was tan and pink.
We drank Coronas on a roof and passed around a pipe, its smoke clear but there. My old house wasn’t cold enough for me to see my breath in, but it was too cold for cockroaches. The mice cried at night, ran during the day to stay warm. One, scared, skirted my foot when I ate lunch. Malcolm brought in the cat then, and the beast delivered seven corpses lined up before my door, flawless save for blood in their tiny mouths & ears.
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I have a poem in this. It didn’t have a title, so I called it “Untitled.” Also, it’s a prose poem, and it appeared originally in my chapbook.
Mayday
At night, the manifestos are rained on – heavy, icy rain – but since they are adhered to the bridge with wallpaper paste (thick as a fingernail) or scratched whole (a key, a gun, slow) they never quite disintigrate. The river freezes, first from the banks, moving towards the center, until it is covered with patches, their edges raised like scars from brushing up against each other.
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I have a poem on a cassette and a cat on my lap. I have memories and visions of the future and dream poems made out of collage. I have notes from a talk with John Ashbery. It is grey outside, but not yet dark.
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