August 1, 2021 - I don’t know if you’ve ever traversed the streets of south Brooklyn / late at night while weeping all alone, unsober and lost by Jordan Myers
I don’t know if you’ve ever traversed the streets of south Brooklyn
late at night while weeping all alone, unsober and lost. North Brooklyn
feels one hundred thousand miles away and sunrise is a different lifetime
July 30, 2021 by Jordan Myers
The next evening
with a lightness
fate one-way across the Atlantic
July 28, 2021 - July he leans against the north tree, facing south by Jordan Myers
July he leans against the north tree, facing south . . .
his watch ticks ten minutes fast, reading thirty pages
with the evening stepping towards him / she walks past
the edge of the late summer park –– dusk & earl grey tea
July 26, 2021 by Jordan Myers
Sleeping with the sound of the rain
against the windows of your house /
the autumn air, cooling into winter
July 25, 2021 by Jordan Myers
The tempo of New York is again and again. Its rhythm
is the exact middle point between staccato and legato.
All the next episodes start playing before the last one
has ended. Think eight million soundtracks, each one
a collector’s edition, filled with b-sides and live sessions.
New York open mics are all the way open. People line up
to wait in line / for a line of people / who are waiting
to get into line. There’s always another sequel to the sequel,
which itself is a sequel. You can watch live versions for free
at Lafayette & Spring; reruns are weeknights, 8pm to 10pm,
Elizabeth & Broome. An endless supply of source material.
July 23, 2021 - Manhattan Avenue silence by Jordan Myers
Manhattan Avenue silence
the city, the river, the night
July 21, 2021 - A few moments past four in the afternoon / by Jordan Myers
A few moments past four in the afternoon,
I was standing on the northwest corner
of Ninth Avenue & West Fifty-fourth Street.
I looked into the window of a wine bar, vacant
& long closed: glass & silence / distance & light.
July 17, 2021 - Summer storms heavy showers by Jordan Myers
Summer storms heavy showers
men in sandals running by / /
sunlight shining birds chirping
mid-July in Manhattan at noon
July 15, 2021 - Paragraph breaks and whispers along Eighth Avenue by Jordan Myers
Paragraph breaks and whispers along Eighth Avenue
new found astrological formations established around
the turn of the century: a city on the brink, eclipsed
again and alone by tides turned backward & facing
outward. Dreamscapes and time-centered convergent
memories held in abeyance: a constant shimmering
expansion of the imagination, drifting through meteoric
cloud formations, predicted and aligned by rhythms and
dictates traversing Fifth Avenue forever via the beyond.
