The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and wail as he would, The pure cold light in the sky Troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass … Continue reading The Cat and the Moon by W. B. Yeats

Steel drapes tumbled over a bustling audience, packing welcomed summer tan toes and lemon shaped knees The scene is not over but merely in a brief intermission allowing children to laugh and parents to clamor over Bloomberg, closing toll booths or aroused gas prices Above humid flowers of heat, sprout shoe beaten pavements causing a … Continue reading Bling Bloom

She spoke, spoke, spoke and continued seeping Words of god filled the classroom as my almond eyes Lost themselves on the gray clumpy clouds outside Oh, how I wish to be out there, sitting on an old mango tree Strolling on bare branches marked by the bites of time I would keep it company and … Continue reading Never Ending Class

How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ice-skaters over the ice, fingers hooked inside each other's bodies, faces red as steak, wine, wet as the children at birth whose mothers are going to give them away. How do they come to the … Continue reading EP: Sex without Love By Sharon Olds

The kids on 57th street were always giggling Little round Hispanic cheeks red from the overt Smiles perched on their faces on Saturdays in July Soft chuckles muzzled by the flow of potable water The red capped fire hydrant sprayed joy on them Clearing their noons of homework or chores The splashes, wet our superintendent … Continue reading At the Pump

Este libro no es para los pariguayo’s so bring your curious appetite! Junot Diaz has made us a literary Sancocho de Vidias that uses 5 pounds of bold language, 4 countries, 6 liters of Trujillo, a dab of comic books fantasy and seasoned it with the De Leon family. He patiently cooks it to a simmer capturing … Continue reading The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao By Junot Diaz

When Mark stumbles out of his green tent, exposing his Transformers pj’s, the bopping grass yawns at him. When his quilted hands drop the flashlight; rattling two D batteries the patched stars blink at him. When he bumps into the slumbering bushes, its thorns turn over and cover themselves with leaves. When he walks over … Continue reading Gone Camping

I felt the chilled rain on my garnished skin Straining Tuesday's grime through 3 cubes Tempting me to stir my head back again Follow its muddled jazz with another Martini AG

Gonna March Through whining dry coal doors Demanding it long hours cursing that coughing gray copier broken junk times that only seizing lights painted rooms empty cubicles no more yes, right away or how many projects don’t wear chains rain, sleet, snow haven’t killed my faded boots in before seven bronze revolving doors dragged along a spotted tile … Continue reading Raise

The off duty students sat at a thin graham cracker table Tossing pocket brushed animated cards down as Ninja Scroll played on the counter perched JVC You could hear them laughing, giggling, snickering Then after 30 seconds of silence…“You just fucked me” Popped out, drawing only sly smiles and hidden eyes After a few cracked … Continue reading Chinatown Games Store