Upon Seeing Spider-Man on My Way to Work
I saw the bastard webslinging over electric Soho, miles above the stoplights and New Yorkers. What I wouldn’t give to
Read MoreA selection of working-class poetry and arts from the New Labor Forum. View the full archive of contributions to the New Labor Forum’s Poetry and Arts section here.
I saw the bastard webslinging over electric Soho, miles above the stoplights and New Yorkers. What I wouldn’t give to
Read MoreA century of silence is violence. * That winter a blizzard, a cold that crawled over the Sangre de Cristo
Read MoreThe border is a line that birds cannot see. The border is a beautiful piece of paper folded carelessly in
Read MoreI did not come here to sing a blues. Lately, I open my mouth & out comes marigolds, yellow plums.
Read MoreLet’s make a movie called Dinosaurs in the Hood. Jurassic Park meets Friday meets The Pursuit of Happyness. There should
Read MoreI was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and
Read MoreThe girls turning double-dutch bob & weave like boxers pulling punches, shadowing each other, sparring across the slack cord casting
Read MoreYou believe, if you cast wide enough your net of want and will, something meaningful will respond. Perhaps we are
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