Shakshuka at Mimi’s

You can eat Shakshuka at breakfast for its eggs or lunch for tomato stew and dinner for all of it and nobody will care. Nobody will tell you you’re silly for eating that at dinner or so early because it can be eaten any damn time of the day. So eat your Shakshuka and don’t

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Late in Brooklyn

It is late and time for bed and I hear a siren scream past my window again and I think of where it’s not going; to the non-crimes as I look at the buildings and thousands upon thousands not doing a single thing to harm another; so who reports on damages that don’t happen on

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The Restaurant on 8th Avenue

The woman tucked into the corner table is waiting for her date, I’m guessing. She looks at me then back to check her watch and picks up her phone. She could be wondering what if I might have gone out with another or I might have married five years ago or I’m middle aged and can’t

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Found Dead on the Step

It is a cockroach of that I am sure. An inch and a half and a perfect oval. Its abdomen is ribbed striated in exquisite insect symmetry. A similarly shaped nut gingerly glazed on a bright silver tray is second in display.   #### Poet’s Notes: It was a NYC cockroach on the step on

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At the Child Support Office

They stand behind thick glass not warming to goofy quips. The charm I manufacture to diffuse social bomblets is not welcome this morning. They are older black women leaning on linebacker arms. Peering out on benches where thin young men slump with pants purposely hanging down. I imagine they’ve heard it all. Hearts that have

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Maple Tree on a Morning in May

The maple tree by the pond glowed in a kind of green phosphorescence as I watched its leaves wave like a thousand burning hands in every direction and it occurred to me that it was utterly alive and it could not be anything but a phosphorescent green. #### Poet’s Notes: If you feel strongly about

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Baby in a Manger

Sunset on the Creek in Chatham Center, NY Christmas Eve, 2015 Baby in a Manger Today churches worldwide wrapped a baby in swaddling clothes, and set him in a manger beside his mother and father and beasts who looked upon him curiously, as if to ask Is he one of us? Indeed he is somehow,

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The Palms along Sarasota Bay

The Palms along Sarasota Bay   Lithe fingers that sway and wave long eye lashes sound like rain on touching in the brightest midday sound like secreted showers mourning the Florida sun.     Poet’s Notes #### If you feel strongly about this poem, leave a comment below! The image of the initial draft can

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