Poems from Jack Galmitz

Born 1951. NYC. Alive.
I reassured my friend the sloth who was looking down that it was perfectly okay to spend the day eating and hanging upside down from a tree...
I watch the racoon make its way wobbly across the road People give it girth afraid it might be disease struck when it passes I see it is...
what's going on there are men marching for miles carrying burning torches shouting, "you can't stop us." I call the police to explain the...
I can tell cherry trees from other trees in winter the bark shines a little
In the winterI wait for summerand the starlings' murmurationon a hill in the distance that where I livepasses for a mountain.It is like the...

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