Poem: 5th Street
5th Street After art history, the widow drove me to my slum studio. Its only north-facing window overlooked the vacant lot where I saw a shootout my first night there. Barely 30, they hadn't suspected…
Category: Fiction
Stories and poems by Thomas Hudson
Poem: The Thing She Said to Me
The Thing She Said to Me The poets and rockers didn't go beyond Avenue A, where the poverty was unromantic. My fifth-floor walk-up (Ave. C and 9th) looked over the rooftops of Manhattan, to the sea…
Poem: For Penny
With the broken-hearted language of the abandoned, the orphan spoke into the rising smoke above the campfire. Her voice carried through the smoke and sparks into the night beyond where everything is sky. The spirits…