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The much older western waterfront along the Belt Parkway hasn't changed much since 1940.
Mark Nowak's Social Poetics reveals the limitations of his myopic Marxist approach to teaching poetry.
Icons of Coney Island, some from the 1880s still standing.
As the manager of the Cat and Mouse Club said: “Who wants to see a girl pole dancing while she’s wearing a mask?”
Mayor Bill de Blasio says the “New York is coming back strong,” but that’s not true.
Zigzagging around Central Park at Madison, Union, Stuyvesant, Tompkins, and Washington.
The Philadelphia riots are well-timed to help the Queens Pimp.
If you’re both COVID and election-weary, Wave Hill in the Bronx provides an antidote.
We are all full of lightness and darkness. We must remind and forgive ourselves for this.
In memory of Bill Weber, a man I never met.
Vinny packed them in when he sang his songs. I dreamed of being a singer like him.
Rooster gets a COVID test and remembers friends and acquaintances suddenly lost.
Toronto "broth bar" gets cancelled.
There’s reason to think that we’re headed into a new pagan age.
The 20th century’s dictatorships survive in the political fringes and the business of collectibles.
The only clear memory I have is rage.
Re-examining The Catcher in the Rye.
The groundhog curled the edges of his lips in one of his rare, faint smiles.
The stars have secrets yet to reveal and the planets aren’t talking.
Her binoculars are Lemaire.
In the light of Russian Orthodoxy, the American Thanksgiving feast seemed weird to me.
The acclaimed American writer gave this reading at the University of Alabama in September 1990.
Nearly nine hours, this is part one of a three part complete reading of the 1973 novel. If you're still in quarantine, or stuck in a police barricade, it's a perfect way to pass the time!
A conversation with Charlie Rose.
Five poems from a new collection for sale here.
Writing and recording poems every week for a newborn daughter.
Dad was a humble giant, at least to his five sons.
I’m an old cowhand.
As a teenager, I was a walking zit.
