Four sparrows pick at a chicken bone. The spray of last night’s McCormick, Butterfingers and rolling papers flutter in the path like quietly existing flowers. A boy snoozes on a bench; his smooth, brown neck […]
Poetry Archive
A City Pantoum
Learn the knack in noisy streets, of shifting on a new hour’s turn: Your bottom-of-the-cavern-ness into a view from the green valley, Or a ride along the midpoint of Taroko’s white-marble gorge. Because bodies deprived […]
$5 PSYCHIC SPECIAL
you should get a reading beautiful like the orange we were red now we’re orange i’ve been cleaning it’s time for a change what’s your name how old are you you were born under a […]
James is saying
James is saying “good actors have no education. they know very little” not like James, I guess where James keeps his knowledge, these actors put their character not theirs, really but character none the less […]
Soft Bark
Soft Bark I. It starts with a slow growl, the vocal chords colliding in unison— what I’ve learned of separation in a merging of two vehicles headed in opposite directions— though our bodies may be […]
Surprise
Surprise that warm burst of liquid: soft skin breaking beneath teeth, an expectation of puncture, pressure instead, evenly spaced under mandible. intimate as it is, the usual exchange of fluid, relapse sewing closed the space […]
insomnaut
insomnaut the night creeps past the future and into the present. terminably now and interminably when. the silence sufferable by no mind but mine own. by crushing the now, and being crushingly zen. iron maidens […]
fourlets
fourlets language language is a small child all day you carry her around peer into her blue eyes at night she wakes up screaming august it’s August and the snow has just melted last year […]
I Never Wanted To Be A Poet
This piece was chosen to be read by Reyes at 12th Street 2015 Online launch, this month. It is also apart of 12th Street Journal‘s series, “Crisis Expressive,”which focuses on why and how we, as […]
Nilda
Nilda Lottery Tickets get scratched. The Hennessey forms a stream. Newport ashes decorate the concrete. Hold it tight in your hands—hope, It’s called Hope. The Bachata was strung by guitars, By the lowest of the […]
Ferguson Revisited
The mission of 12th Street Journal has always been to give a space to the writers and artists of the New School, and to the wider net of our fellow creatives, to voice their experiences […]
A House Divided Against Itself
This piece is apart of 12th Street Journal‘s series, “Crisis Expressive,”which focuses on why and how we, as humans, creatively express during personal and public moments of crisis. If you have a story to express, we would be exulted to read […]
Babble On: A Communal Poem
As the 12th Street Journal‘s 2o15 print submission deadline (Nov.15th) draws near, the staff has been engaging with the New School community in a variety of ways—not excluding creativity tarot readings by our managing editor, Charlotte […]
New York Stories: Reel
Reel I asked you to take me somewhere, after I pulled you out of the middle of the movie, like in the movies when the girl asks the boy, so he takes her to the […]
New York Stories: astoria
astoria with limbs and sheets we build a fort. a maroon light licks our foreheads as we struggle to arrange our bodies inside; on the center of the mattress, in the middle of his bedroom, […]
Date Night With William and John
Date Night with William and John Two poems: A free verse poem inspired by Shakespeare and a sonnet inspired by Ashbery. As You Like It Let’s review from […]
My, What A Pretty Qua You’re Wearing
My, What A Pretty Qua You’re Wearing Reimagining Heidegger (The Thing), Bishop, and Gibran in the Digital Age Sophie Gimbel, have you been watching? All these years as all distances in time and […]
Forbidden Fruit (remix)
Forbidden Fruit (remix) Chorus (SoSoon) What am I supposed to do, when I can’t get close to you, when the world won’t let me be alone with you, and all I really want to do is […]
Punchline
Punchline A guy walks into an elementary school. Sounds like the setup to a joke. Then he opens fire, killing a pack of babies, just three years out of the cradle, six years from puberty, and […]
The Intrepid
The Intrepid All he cares about are the jets Buh-buh-buh-buh Pow! Pow! Man Down! Because he is a boy He knows nothing Of the dilemma I imagine a way To explain History through […]