Category Archives: Poetry

Pissing Oak by Dakota Pollock

I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber’s chair Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs My neck and gut both bent, while in the air A weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs. Like steaming dung within an old dovecote A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my […]

Full moon over the Greenwich Hills


Itís Three in the morning And my clientís mistress hasnít left The diplomatís 65th Street townhouse. The blonde wisp went in at One. The upstairs lights went out at One-fifteen. I stand in the alley. The night wind is a little cold. No complaints. Itís my job. To watched someone elseís life. Not a spy. […]

Leap Into The Charles

My nephew treaded water in the Charles River. Twenty feet beneath me. Standing on the railroad bridge jumping is not meaningless. Not jumping is meaningless. My nephew shouts from the river, “Jump. It’s a good thing.” Matt was right and I jump off the bridge. And I fall like a stone through the air without […]

36th Street Crossing

A train passing through at night. Signals flashing bells a-clanging Drivers impatiently waiting the passage of the caboose. A red light fading into the night. Foto by Jocko Weyland