Places

Pelagic: “First Steps, the City” a poem

BY Author Baces | Posted on | FILED UNDER Categories Brooklyn, Pelagic, Places, Words

First steps, the city
But then you see it
No more skyscrapers
Only the blank border
Before you hear the crashing
The blue arms
Pulling and grabbing
People, small and simple
Bobbing
Bobbing
Turn around
Listen again
Do you still hear the cars?
Do you still see the metal giants?
Who loom above your head?
The battle
The fight
Ocean arms
Giants of iron and steel
Then the Sun has set
Sending sparkles over the ocean
The beast’s spine
For now, the steel has won
The steel
Of the city

by Liza Garrity

Audile: “In Rushing Black Tunnels”

BY Author bcstudent | Posted on | FILED UNDER Categories Audile, Brooklyn, Places, Words

tree-for-audile.jpgIn rushing black tunnels where the metal worms glide through the sticky warm night. The thousands of hundreds on the platform, each going their separate ways. No one will pick up their heavy heads to see the world. We never see the world like the grey people all with their same grey shoes and grey looks on their faces. We see the world in music. The trees sing to us in a sweet serenade of power and resistance. The cats on the windowsills chant beauty and strength. But the people never see this hidden world underneath their apartments and racecars. They hear the noise but not the song.
-by Izzy