Tagged: brooklyn
the point of art is
the point of art is
to start a conversation –
deep in bushwick, one
messenger to another
messenger, years in between
.
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the dry cleaners on
the dry cleaners on
the corner of montrose and
bushwick is long gone,
a bodega moves in, across
from and next to still others
.
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making history
making history
is like crossing the border
from brooklyn to queens
.
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at every level,
at every level,
slipping into nimby is
so easy – if not
the upper west side, then the
east, jackson heights, or fort greene
.
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perhaps new flavors
perhaps new flavors
arrive once a
month, landing
in JFK with
a slosh and some
nervousness –
on the streets of
Brooklyn, a world
of wondrous
piraguas awaits
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: slosh
at the intersection
at the intersection
where we cross under
the b.q.e., fifty-plus
birds signaling no
stopping anytime,
fifty-plus birds
trying to shake off
the weekend
competition
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: competition
maybe there were three
maybe there were three
more sirens than there used to be
in the middle of
the night, even in brooklyn, we
started counting, newly alert
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: alert
all day, the rain falls
on the curb, outside
on the curb, outside
of our window, an idling
truck, predawn, weaving
its big, noisy, trucky dreams
into our great brooklyn ones
.
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perched
perched
on the landing
between
the fifth floor and the
roof, we found it –
a super blue blood
moon dangling
out the window,
wedged
in a sliver
of brooklyn sky
.
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