Inwood Poems - Poems about Inwood

... Life is quite good -indoors in Inwood. It’s uptown Manhattan at the northern tip -the northern tip is the tippity-top, where the kitty cat Calvin loathes to stop -cat napping. Curled in ......

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...Full of doubt. About survival of the species and my own. A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation, an insurgency that has left the sky naked, bones revealed, trees knee deep in web......

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...How cool! this early summer evening after a day so oppressive even we New Yorkers move painstakingly. The breeze in sumac trees so why am I not more content? The electricity went off at the b......

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...The day is dull, almost shadowless. I am alone; shadow would have given me comfort. Pages of ancient tomes, full of must, call me; there is always comfort here. I light lamps damning the......

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...The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The a......

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