Just like Barack Obama, even though we haven't changed the world yet, we can finally say that the Fiction Writers Association can chant "Yes we did" create the journal's first blog, and it will, a few months from now, change John Jay College. This has been prolonged for too long, but at least we're one step closer to our first publication. Congrats to JJay's writers, and many thanks to the professors who supported us when we were just an "idea" in 2007.
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Grand Street
ReplyDeleteThey wait on the platform
Beings ready to swarm
It seems their only feat
Is to push to find a seat
At the last stop before Brooklyn
The D train pulls in
On step the dumplings
A linage of Chings, Mings, and Pekings
The train’s core is changed
Its colors are rearranged
Red plastic food bags flood the floor
As yellow people lean like ladders on the door
Potential riders stalking and staring
Passengers with tempers flaring
What was once relaxation is no more
The stress enhances at the closing of the door
Rain Haiku
ReplyDeleteRAIN MAKING ME WET
PUDDLES ARE OVERFLOWING
THEY LEAD ME TO TEARS
A Quarterback’s Journey
ReplyDeleteThe quarterback’s knees feel like sand
The noise mounts from the crowd
Eight seconds left with the ball in hand
Pressure mounting makes it hard to stand
The sound around him is too loud
The quarterback’s knees feel like sand
He is now ready to give the command
Ready to make everyone proud
Eight seconds left with the ball in hand
He calls for the ball with the play planned
“Hut, hut, hike” is what is screamed aloud
The quarterback’s knees feel like sand
The offensive players move and disband
Holding the defense as much as allowed
Eight seconds left with the ball in hand
He holds the ball with the field scanned
The crowd is about to be wowed
The quarterback’s knees feel like sand
Eight seconds left with the ball in hand
Free At Last
ReplyDeleteThe moment is here
She’s ready to have sex
She makes it clear
I don’t need a Kleenex
She’s ready to have sex
I’m experiencing an enlargement
I don’t need a Kleenex
I’m in a state of excitement
I’m experiencing an enlargement
There will be no regret
I’m in a state of excitement
She’s become very wet
There will be no regret
She makes it clear
She’s become very wet
The moment is here
Jesse, I enjoyed reading Grand Street! "Red plastic food bags flood the floor." This line is so simple, but it's definitely got a moody undertone.
ReplyDelete"Yes, we can."
ReplyDeleteOF COURSE, WE CAN!!!
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