Category Archives: Poetry

28 W. 15th Street/A friendship With Somebody Else – by Dakota Pollock

This summer I sold out and bought an a/c Artists were meant to suffer To transform their suffering Into understanding and hope By altering perspective For those who were unable To find it in themselves But now, I was no good. I was heat struck and heat warped Caught in a fire like ash dump […]

Le Beaute de la the Haute Savoie

Le Beaute de la Haute Savoie The northern wind hummed against the hotel room’s windows. The blonde actress stripped off her clothes and lay naked on double bed. The pillow embraced her face. Downstairs in the hotel bar the film crew celebrated the film’s wrap. Wine wine and more wine. The English loved their drink […]

THE ERA OF ERRORS – EAST VILLAGE 1970

I have come to realize that in the 70s we sought refuge in the East Village not to escape famine violence or economic misfortune, but the repression of America’s White Majority. We were welcomed by the poor, befriended by drug dealers, and found solace in the warmth of exile in a neighborhood burning building by […]

LiTTLE GTO

I dream of 1969. The GTO is red. A blonde is behind the wheel. Her skin white. Untouched by summer. Spring on a highway heading south Florida in the distance. Her hand shifts to fourth. Her foot presses on the accelerator. Faster faster. Go GTO go. Her name is Dee Dee. She has too much […]

May 2, 1978

Am I a poet? People think so, but they consider poets wastrels without money. Throughout time poets have suffered scorn, hatred, ridicule, apathy, love, and poverty. Hart Crane wrote THE BRIDGE. Sailors threw him off a ship in the middle of the Caribbean. Poe died from drugs, Byron succumbed to disease in Greece, and Joyce […]