poems & prose

Jan 2 •

Upon leaving the theater, I understood my eight-year-old self to be impossibly insignificant, a side effect that usually persisted for several hours.

Jul 17, 2022 •

George Porteous

Window watching

At noon, awe-struck / I watched sunlight / Tumble through glass panes

Dec 29, 2021 •

George Porteous

Learning to walk in Manhattan

There is no language for this, no turn Of phrase, only the street Orange with sodium And rain-washed concrete.

Dec 29, 2021 •

George Porteous

Eden / the violence of childhood

Youth tastes of hot yellow broth, / Chilly slivers of ham

Dec 29, 2021 •

George Porteous

Is it cold in the water?

I ask before the fall / Submerged under layers of lake

Dec 29, 2021 •

George Porteous

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Curiously George

poems & prose