NYC
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Another Police Riot
The NYPD vomitedout of armored trucksblack as the horses of Lorca’sGuardia Civilformed battle linesbrutality of batonspepper spraybreathing dragoonsthey beat punched kickedthe world’s new Gypsieswho renounce boundariesclaim no nation buthumanity. Todayit is Palestine.Tomorrow they will comefor all the unbelieversthe insufficiently patrioticfamilies of solidaritywho still count dollarsanarchist Discipleswho refuse to produce ID Black Terror of churchesviolent riots Continue reading
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The Old Man and the R
All I managed so far today in NYC is coffee, the Strand Bookstore (but only the first floor where poetry is), lunch and back in bed in my hostel closet with my feet up. Not ruling out a nap before I leave to meet the kids at 3:00. I am not the mad dog Americano Continue reading
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The JFK Airtrain
The JFK air train chased by banshees through the small tunnels. No one else seems to notice. This is not the screeching wheel of a subway car but a haunted high-pitched vox humana tritone of torment. I am alone in the crowded car with their howling. Continue reading
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 