Stained Glass Sea
April Gompers
The colored air that we breathe /
Ricochets from the waves /
Of a stained glass sea. /
Category:Poetry
The Arboretum
Erin Snyder
A woman in a burgundy trench coat, /
felted black hat, feather topped, /
harboring a thick Boston accent /
meets you on the Linden Path. /
Last Year At Marienbad (Alan Resnais, 1961)
A. Van Jordan
A place, though visible, is like a ghost \
of memories. Even memories one forgets \
linger in the space in which they occurred. \
Here within the expanse of vaulted ceilings, \ ...
M, (Fritz Lang, 1931)
A. Van Jordan
Although it’s quite dark now, the city \
invites me to look for you. The people \
disappear, for the most part, into homes \ ...
I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing (Patricia Rozema, 1987)
A. Van Jordan
Often, I find myself in situations
for which there are no adequate epigraphs. \
My days fill with temp work, \
part-time, and I’m in another office, \ ...
American Gigolo (Paul Schrader, 1980)
A. Van Jordan
The shirts folded; the ties rolled; /
the suits hung in descending, mono- /
chromatic earth tones; shoes /
horned and shined; and the selection of the right / ...
The Mack (Michael Campus, 1973)
A. Van Jordan
Whether a little boy who grows /
into a pimp, or a young girl who / ...
Old Boy (Park Chan-Wook, 2003)
A. Van Jordan
If one rainy night you find yourself /
leaving a phone booth and you meet a man /
with a lavender umbrella, resist /
your curiosity to follow him, to seek / ...
Washington Square Park
Peter Maltzan
A homeless man asks me /
What I am doing with my life. /
The only explanation /
I can come up with is this: /
Fate is a Virtue
By Peter Maltzan
Where should you be? You might as well ask when, /
And sing with echoes from a World War trench: /
‘We’re here because we’re here because we’re here.’