Category Archives: Poetry

Den’sRice Paddies

No one works the paddies anymore. The old gave up the game. Enough Work like slaves. Good season, Bad season. Always the last baht in the pocket. Never the first. Work sunrise. Sunset. Breaking back Breaking feet Come home at night The radio on Playing Luk Thong. A good day Today. Children’s bellies full Wife […]

March Willow Haiku

Once April rain May flowers Now March rain The willow green again.

COVID Plus 4

Four years ago April 21, 2020 No planes In the sky No people On Vanderbilt Avenue Alone Same today 2024 Afternoon April cold Gray clouds A pale silver sun Over a bankrupt luxury condo A few people on the sidewalk Four years ago None Me Out for a walk Alone We survived that crisis Fifteen […]

The Shadow of Le Cafe de Flore

The Shadows of the Cafe de Flore Out on the Myrtle Avenue terrace composing a poem about le’ terrasse de le Cafe de Flore. The City of light will always hold a good part of my soul Early April Evening On Myrtle Avenue The neighborhood Afoot on the sidewalk The car traffic dying down Not […]

FLOP HOUSE Charles Bukowski

you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse, with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together on cots with everybody snoring at once and some of those snores so deep and gross and unbelievable— dark snotty gross subhuman wheezings from hell itself. your mind almost breaks under those death-like sounds and […]