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MY CITY OF NEW YORK BY JOHN BONANNI

My whole life experience as a young boy can be told in a photo taken from the platform of the Smith-Ninth Street subway station in South Brooklyn. The station sits on a viaduct 87 feet above street level, a depression-era...

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COMMIATO, TRANSLATION BY WALLY SWIST

From Locvizza, il a ottobre 1916 by Giuseppi Ungaretti Gentile Ettore Serra poesie e il mondo l’umanita la propria vita fioriti dalla parola la limpid meraviglia di un delirante ferment Quando trovo in questo mio silenzio una...

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NATALE, TRANSLATION BY WALLY SWIST

From Napoli il 26 dicembre 1916 by Giuseppi Ungaretti Non ho voglia di tuffarmi in un gomitolo di strade Ho tanta stanchezza sulle spalle Lasciatemi cosi come una cosa posata in un angolo e dimenticata Qui non si sente altro che...

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VANITA, TRANSLATION BY WALLY SWIST

From Vallone il 19 agosto 1917 by Giuseppi Ungaretti D’improvviso e alto sulle macerie il limpido stupor dell’immensita E l’uomo curvato sull’acqua sorpressa dal sole si rinviene un’ombra Cullata e piano franta   VANITY...

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O COOL ELECTRIC BLUE BY BRANT HUDDLESTON

O cool electric blue your star is on the rise with trouble you came through with promises and lies shards of metal bits of bone strewn with splintered wood we made this bargain for our souls and we declared it good the drone,...

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IN THE BAR BY BRANT HUDDLESTON

She never saw me In the bar She with a young man Twisting and pulling her hair Like a weaver pulls wool into a jenny Gold from straw Would she ever guess my name? I watched her from the shadows of my doubt A troll crouching...

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THE BUZZ BOMB BY JEFFREY FEINGOLD

The Nazis never did catch me. I was an explosives expert, and I was just too good for them. I could blast my way out of any situation, no matter how dire. I was seven or eight years old, growing up in the pretend war-torn...

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“MIKEY” BY MICHAEL S. GLASER

Start close in, / don’t take the second step / or the third, start with the first / thing/ close in, / the step/ you don’t want to take. . . . David Whyte Start here: with that smiling face of your childhood as you breathed in...

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SOMEWHERE BY MICHAEL S. GLASER

Somewhere, under the jumble of words that surround the white space on the pages of my life Somewhere underneath the clutter of last night’s dirty dishes and the pharmacological diagnosis of why we feel lost, Somewhere beyond the...

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LIGHT BY MICHAEL S. GLASER

I knew its name once, this small flower. Now I know only its beauty . . . .David Rome The Bottom of the Sky Age finds its way into us. Details fade, importance shifts the mind culls the unneeded and what begins to bloom is...

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