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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...