Poetry
After A Self-Portrait by Francis Picabia
by John YauPoetry
A french fry sticks its tongue out at you
Poetic Alliances
by Maxwell HellerPoetry
Conversation about New Yorks poetry scene generally drifts in romantic directions, either to the lost years when poets lived within walking distance of one another, met on street corners, converged for readings in apartments and bars, or to the difficult future, when gentrification and post-modernity decentralize and permanently scatter a movement-less poet community. Perhaps these narratives stem from legitimate concerns.











