Morning Shuffle by Jim Senetto

Morning Shuffle Outside New York Bagel, he told me to go fuck myself, a kid whose words carried bulging biceps though his arms were nothing more than dull pencils. He was angry, sitting on a bike that looked brand new. Continue reading Morning Shuffle by Jim Senetto

Survival by Jim Senetto

Survival A flock of gulls hovered and squawked high over a dead water rat, though not interested in pecking the flesh, more curious, like when that fender bender catches a human eye. The tide brings in much from foreign beginnings; Continue reading Survival by Jim Senetto

Into the Outward by Jim Senetto

Into the Outward I walk out to the end of the jetty, three hundred feet or so… slick rock peppered with ocean salt, and in the night looking out at blackness, a lone star sparkles on the vast canvas. The Continue reading Into the Outward by Jim Senetto

Baked August Goods by Jim Senetto

Baked August Goods High atop my tenement, a tar beach steams over the floors below while jets approach JFK like homing pigeons. Neighbors finish their day; some cooking dinner, singing out an oldie while others take a fresh shower, washing Continue reading Baked August Goods by Jim Senetto

Ebbets Field by Jim Senetto

Ebbets Field At one time Flatbush carried the scent of hot dogs, pine tar and leather; cheers would punctuate a double or triple or homer and thirty five thousand Dodger fans could coax a tie into a win from under a hot summer Continue reading Ebbets Field by Jim Senetto

Cat cries by Jim Senetto

Cat Cries There is a spot down by the canal where green pungent water kisses cat feet, their owners searching for rodents that have moved into the dark corners of rotted pilings and they aren’t there to collect the rent, Continue reading Cat cries by Jim Senetto

Update at Eleven by Jim Senetto

Update at Eleven Beirut exploded in gunfire today as the U.S launched a top secret satellite and Miami, lit up by the rockets’ red glare, sweltered for the sixth consecutive day and record breaking rain in Honduras, washed away another Continue reading Update at Eleven by Jim Senetto

Continuing Education by Jim Senetto

Continuing Education I’ve learned much in the dark, that lights out classroom far from a school’s dismissal bell and with needle replacing pen, Dylan would walk me along venues of song poetry, my hurried footsteps trying to keep pace in Continue reading Continuing Education by Jim Senetto

Remembrance Before Forgotten by Jim Senetto

Remembrance Before Forgotten It’s just a matter of time before I disappear leaving only dusty images of youth on the mantel of remembrance and those that gather will ask ‘was that him?’ and out in the yard, dogs will fight; Continue reading Remembrance Before Forgotten by Jim Senetto