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Kristofer Collins: Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues

a laugh she must have gotten
from her dad, some proud and slightly
embarrassing inheritance, but hell this
thing boomed around the bar

June 21, 2022 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: Looking at the Lake

Where are your
wonderful ideas now? All ten thousand
of them, each one a tiny grain you
let loose in this world.

May 24, 2022 · 2 Comments

Kristofer Collins: Jack Teagarden Buries Louis Armstrong’s Oriental Strut, Mesa, NM, ca.1926

lifting the tarnished curve of his horn to papery lips, Jack
Teagarden somewhere in 1947, his heart piled up with booze
and debt, but still a suppleness to his mouth, a flash
of something dangerous in the hard set of his jaw

May 10, 2022 · 3 Comments

Kristofer Collins: Gene’s Last Chance

Pity Gene for washing up here
dry as no August ever was
in Pittsburgh, scorched and sanded
of tongue and bereft of options.

August 5, 2021 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: Vigil

Later still I’ll dream of those four o’clock winds
crashing my body as the late sun wavered
querulously over San Francisco and I’ll tell
myself I loved there, I was loving and loved

March 4, 2021 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: Good Days

My place in this life
a given and the years rolling out
in front of me a tender invitationto stick around

September 17, 2020 · 2 Comments

Jason Irwin: Landscape

See the men break through the early morning mistlike phantoms from a dream; their hat brims
pulled low, shirt sleeves rolled above elbows,
boots caked with last week’s mud.

April 16, 2020 · 2 Comments

Kristofer Collins: A Poem for Michael Wurster

The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…

November 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: This Vicious Year

The common belief is the universe
is cold and empty and this speck of dust
is the only game in town. And what have we done
with this mathematically improbable honor?

October 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: Burning

for Margaret Bashaar   You are reciting poems as the Braddock Avenue trees litter pink buds all over, or perhaps you are dreaming. These million floating poems carry your full … Continue reading

April 6, 2018 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: Never Let Go

for Frank O’Hara   Amazing how tired I am, 3pm a Thursday. People keep talking to me unsolicited, and the bar across the street is owned by a republican draft … Continue reading

November 14, 2017 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: Asylum

for Kenneth Patchen   When the sky opens up I hurry for the bus shelter hoping for some kind of asylum. I’ve nowhere to be and today I just want … Continue reading

October 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Kristofer Collins: An Old Man Poem

for Bill Gainer   You said to get in touch should I ever need an old man to do the heavy lifting, if I ever found myself in foreign jungles … Continue reading

August 18, 2017 · 3 Comments

Kristofer Collins: Almond Way

for Scott Silsbe We made heroic work of a few six packs while warm breezes skirted through the screen door and pushed salt crystals and breakfast crumbs around your kitchen … Continue reading

July 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

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