My friend Matt says let’s go to Julians Pool Hall and learn how to ………. Lets learn. Matt says. What. I ask him? How they do it? How they look a man in the eye, humble all over, and then how they say Come on want to play a game not for money of course…
Alphabet City Blues….. Being Saved From Sin
We kneel in Catholic Pews at Immaculate Conception on East 14th street, Between Avenue A and First Avenue Praying to a wooden Jesus On the cross……. Our clip-on ties, Plaid tails, hanging from our necks, Our penny loafers, pennies shining, on……. Deep Tagalog-accented priest blessing us with his Bible-words, trying to save us from our…
Alphabet City Blues…. First Kiss
First kiss Under Dojo’s Japanese lanterns lighting up St. Mark’s Place, With Bangladeshi witnesses selling cheap fake fedora hats hanging from metal hooks. And punks with green mohawks smoking joints cheering us on and ancient-polish grandmothers, yellow-stained teeth, smiling, and Brooklyn tourists, bomber jackets bulging, showing respect, for the Puerto Rican girl in my arms,…
Alphabet City Blues…. Sailing
We burnt the waters of the city with M80s exploding on the East River, soda can grenades popping off under the Alphabet City Sky….. Brownishboys on New York streets, Caribbean and Filipino teens adrift in a city stained with graffiti tags and crack vials. sailed on boards, up to York Avenue down to South Street…
Alphabet City Blues Poetry Collection
Hanging They hung sneakers on telephone lines Between Avenue A and Loisada where you could see countless pairs strung up like how they used to hang us brothers down South And in the shadows of all those deadmen shoes crawled skeletal-shadows always fiending for a fix As we surfed our skateboards through drugged-out-waves of our…
Alphabet City
We played skelsies on the sidewalk. We dunked basketballs in the bottom rung of the fire escape ladders. We sunbathed on Tar Beach. We rocked to Block Party Sound Systems. We were sent by our moms to the corner bodegas to pick out dried saltfish from out of cardboard boxes. We saw old Puerto Rican…
How Do You Create Blacktrumpsupporters…….
Mix in a little paprika, some pepper, some salt, sea salt is best, a clove of garlic, onions, for tears of course, and then some of the tear drops as well, a bit of thyme, and some diced tomatoes….. Wait… Wait… Wrong Ingredients… My Bad… Let’s try again….. Mix in a hell of a lot…
This New Crown Heights Must Be Extra Nice For People Who Can’t See
It must be nice to not know shit. How wonderful it must be to be able to live in this world without ever being able to see. I would smile all the damn time if I could walk up and down Franklin Avenue just worrying about how long it will take the baristas to make…
When White Folks in Your Writing Workshop Tell You That Your Stuff Is too Dramatic… Too Violent… Too Much!
A Few Things I Shared With Another Writer About the Neighborhood I Grew Up In: That Alphabet City Life One night I came home and saw my friend’s father with a knife in his belly. Later on, someone told me it had to do with drugs, the fact that he was bleeding out on the…
She Does Not Question… (Reality-TV)
She looks at Hollywood-stars with their Malibu homes, their five cars, their everything. She watches back-to-back the inside-editions of their TMZ-lives, the gossip-filled-stories about their secret-affairs, their human-errors, their mindless-dreams. She looks at their thick lips, bloated lips, fakeassphony-lips. She looks at their artificial-curves with their artificial dreams. She is plugged into who slept with who and…
