Category Archives: Poetry

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 […]

THE SOUTH SHORE TO MAINE by Quentin Sprague

Late summer I am sitting at the 169 with Peter Nolan Smith. He comes from New England. Same as me. Franny Fitzpatrick hit the beach at the Bay of Pigs. Hull fried clams Boston. Boston. Talk heroin. Not a joke in New England thanks the Big Pharma. Boston Boston. Quincy Quarries. They were a boy’s […]