Poetry
April 1, 2011
On March 25, 1911, a fire spread through the seventh, eighth, and ninth floors of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in New York City’s Greenwich Village. The mostly immigrant workers, young… READ MORE
February 1, 2011
What if a parade were calledand every person in North Americashowed upto be in this one-hour walk?Let’s say marchers were assembledaccording to accumulated wealth,the poorest leading off.Wealth would correlate with… READ MORE
September 1, 2010
I remember Detroit when it hummed with factories like an army of bees all day, all night. I remember downtown when it felt too fancy for us, Hudsons with window… READ MORE
May 1, 2010
A light has gone out and we see and understand far lessof who and what we are of the task only begun in the space your life carved out for… READ MORE
April 1, 2010
Some nights I think you want too much. From me. I didn’t ask � to parse again your idioms of littered � parking lots your chain-linked crane-hung sites � limp… READ MORE
November 1, 2009
There’s the poverty of the cockroach kingdom and the rusted toilet bowl�The poverty of to steal food for the first time�The poverty of to mouth a penis for a paycheck�The… READ MORE
May 1, 2009
A young woman said to me you guys in the sixties were so naïve. How could you ever believe there would be a revolution? � Oh, child of the oughts,… READ MORE
January 1, 2009
A tobacco worker wrote a poem to death. Amid the smoke and the dry and twisted leaves of the plains she said she saw the world in Cuba. It was… READ MORE
