LIL FLOFFY CLOWDS

voice

C.Bullen

CAROLINIAN SKIES

CHELSEA ART WALK

SCREW YORK?

Patrick Lundeen

Aristides Ruiz

Jason Bard Yarmosky

STILL, LIFE IS A BOWL

GOVERNOR'S ISLAND and the NYC POETRY SOCIETY

Bianca Stone

PERRERA 2

Cha Cha pisses when you walk in her door

Monty wont walk at all

Roxie hides under her bed

Jasper has to have a ball 
In his mouth

And Toby licks your legs 
Any chance he gets

WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN...

TURN TERN, TURD by The Byrds

ONE DAY OUT

Poets in the park
Whispering
Words to the trees
Through microphones
At differing stages
Cicadas vibrate their abdomens
And helicopters crash back at the pad
When an isolated stanza
Snatched to analyze adds
To the confusion
The bored drawl of all these Yankees
Exhaled as sighs
And eloquent wistfulness
Twists in the ever

IT'S ALL GETTING AWAY FROM ME

That chyme and chyle
Wait for no man
And sanies weep for thee
Yet how Cowper's
Can remain bodily
Untouched
As godly ichor
Cannon not
Yet
Dis
Charged

THE NEW YORK CITY POETRY FESTIVAL as witnessed by a butterfly

THE BRONX COAST

IN THE ASPHALT JUNGLE

MAINERS

this photo from an article in Harper's by Holman Day, 1905?

We went and stayed for a week in the southern coastal part of Maine. Close to Bush's grandaddy's place in Kennybunk. It was hot but the ocean was cold. I could live there. I didn't experience the winter, obviously, and I don't know what I'd do to earn a buck, but I guess there's a lot of that going on right now. I did drive into the forests to have a look, but saw nothing scary like bears or wolves. I didn't see an unstuffed moose or a souffled mouse. I did see some wild chipmunks. And a snake. 

And some guys buying guns

Presumably to kill all the stuff you don't see

Any more

Pull!

this photo from the same book about the New England Coast.

MAINE EVENTS