“I Used to Carry I Love You” by Jay Frankston: “hoping the butterfly/would flutter from my tongue…”

“Discuss” by Anthony Arnott: “It’s the state of our relationship/and how drunk I got last night…”

“Love at First Sight” by Aaron Berkowitz: “We were not searching for it during the morning commute…”

—”desolate road/in the middle of a New York City mind/a lonely boulevard of longing”: “Intersection Blues” by Jacob Erin-Cilberto


photo by @RadioFreeBronx

— ”If some stranger named Gary/had not hit on you…”: “The Great Jones Cafe” by Rohn Jay Miller

— “I was born to party hearty,/feast, fuck, and fight; and was/doing all that just fine, in New York”: “Born Again Guy” by Bruce Price

— Enjoy this romantic poem, “Orion’s Belt” by Meira Bienstock and accompanying finger painting by Steven Volynets.


painting by Steven Volynets

— Craigslist Missed Connections poetry of the best sort, by Tim Keane

— Author J. Tarwood comments on his poem “An Old Car”: “I always hesitate about giving a context. It tends to aim interpretation the way a music video tells you just what to think about a song. Nevertheless—on a literal level, it’s about owning an old car and the assorted experiences that go along with owning one. Outside of that, I was brooding about the difference between people who know how stuff works…and the people in charge of them. Beyond that, what Lawrence said about novelists—trust the tale, not the teller—is my motto about poets. Sometimes we are mediums for a message that’s not exactly ours.”

“Julie” by John Biscello…a love poem—to a person, to relationships, to New York. Photography by Radio Free Bronx.

— “you and I didn’t know/how to get out of our own way, each condemned/to resentments as invisible/as mountains erupting underwater,/as powerful as life forces holding up a stem…” — Carole Glasser Langille’s poem “Break” incorporates powerful tsunami imagery and lines from John Ashbery.

— “My son met the love of his life in Manhattan. They carried on their courtship there and were married last year; I wrote this poem for them.” Don Kunz