Tag Archives: Michael Berkowitz

You (after Frank O’Hara)

in our fluorescent secrecy. You still in New York drifting back and forth between a portrait and all the portraits in the world. You haven’t gone yet, and the fact is    
at home I never got the right person, I’m … Continue reading

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Luna

Instead of dog years, I would prefer to measure time in moth years, by a moon not full but waning, not howled at but named for, not Indian but gossamer summer nights. Not the nobility of turning always homeward, but … Continue reading

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For neither the first nor the last time

The way steam lifts from leaves the way birds lift from branches migratory. Transitory the way flame lifts from flint the way morning lifts from moonlight Michael Berkowitz is a poet, web developer and aspiring trapeze artist. He lives in … Continue reading

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Over the next few weeks, two dozen poems beginning

I’m old enough to remember when plastic seemed marvelous. A flick of the wrist and leftovers stayed left over. My grandmother in her last good years asking how many girlfriends I had. I don’t    save money the way I should. … Continue reading

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