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From the Banks of Brook Avenue
From the Banks of Brook Avenue
From the Banks of Brook Avenue
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From the Banks of Brook Avenue offers a humorous, ironic, passionate, and vivid exploration of the cityscape. It was awarded First Prize for Poetry in the North Street Book Prize, a competition for self-published books which is sponsored by Winning Writers.

Subways, bridges, streets, public schools, parking meters, sewers, buses, baseball: these are some of the subjects explored by W. R. Rodriguez who has both a sense of history and a keen perception of the ordinary.

A large threatening man tapping knees on the IRT, a bus running over a pigeon, a dog chasing a broken car which is being pushed by a man, a woman dropping a flower pot on a mugger’s head, and other strange but true events combine with tributes to the Triborough Bridge, the Third Avenue El, and George Washington.

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Release dateSep 15, 2015
ISBN9781310744402
From the Banks of Brook Avenue
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W.R. Rodriguez

W.R. Rodriguez grew up in the Bronx where he worked as a bootblack in the family shoe shine parlor. He moved to Madison where he earned an M.A. in English and taught high school for over thirty years. The urban environment has been a major source of his writing: “Although I left The Bronx decades ago, it has not left me. To give ironic tribute to the Romantics, I regard the streets and tenements as worthy subjects of art. I enjoy creating poetry from my memories of people, places, and events, as well as from research and imagination. Also, I want my poems to work on the page and to have a strong voice if read aloud.”His poetry has appeared in magazines such as Abraxas and Epoch, and in anthologies such as The Party Train, Welcome to Your Life, and Editor’s Choice III. Articles about his family’s experience in The Bronx were published in The Bronx County Historical Society Journal.W.R. Rodriguez is the author of several books of poetry. His latest, from the banks of brook avenue, is an evolution of the work he began in the shoe shine parlor poems et al and developed in concrete pastures of the beautiful bronx.

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    From the Banks of Brook Avenue - W.R. Rodriguez

    w r rodriguez

    zeugpress: smashwords edition

    Dedicated to Mike Peterson, in gratitude for his technical advice and support of my publication projects over the decades.

    Acknowledgments:

    Poems from this book previously appeared in the following magazines and anthologies: And Justice For All; The Bronx County Historical Society Journal; Connections: New York City Bridges in Poetry; Dusty Dog; The Glacier Stopped Here: an anthology of poems by Dane County writers; Live Lines: Is There a Place for Poetry in Your World; North Coast Review; POETS on the line; The Prose Poem: An International Journal; The Spirit That Moves Us; Tokens: Contemporary Poetry of the Subway; Welcome to Your Life: Writings from the Heart of Young America; You Are Here: New York City Streets in Poetry; and Z Miscellaneous. The short poem, genghis khan, by w r rodriguez, previously appeared in Wormwood Review. It serves as the basis for yankee kitchen.

    Cover Photo: Glass Clouds by Rob Rodriguez

    © 2015 w r rodriguez

    All rights reserved

    ISBN: 9781310744402

    Zeugpress: Smashwords Edition

    Contents

    Title page

    Copyright page

    I

    forbidden places

    a moon full and cold

    just another new york city subway near death experience

    yankee kitchen

    the beach beneath the bridge

    after seeing night of the living dead

    on the coping

    liberation: the brook avenue parking meter quartet

    justice

    she is leaving but

    what could have more impact than a bus

    plaza of the undented turtle

    avenue b, 14th street, looking south

    the push and break and chase of it

    II

    the third avenue el

    standing upon the fordham road bridge

    halloween

    ne cede malis: poem for the seal of the borough of the bronx

    washington comes to visit

    grandfather: a photograph

    bootblacks on the loose

    al

    p.s. 43

    cypress avenue

    skully

    the tire man

    a small but perfect world

    the fountain of youth

    III

    welcome to the mainland

    america’s favorite pastime

    yankee fan

    the gambling leaguers

    lost again on old subways

    randall’s island

    triborough bridge: suspension

    triborough bridge: stasis

    triborough bridge: genesis

    triborough bridge: kinesis

    astoria park

    from the banks of brook avenue

    Bibliography: Previous Publications

    I

    a wholly new ordering

    of ordinary

    affairs.

    forbidden places

    in all the forbidden places

    like round the corner

    and too far up the block

    and up and down the you’ll fall from it fire escape

    and across the bad boy bad girl rooftops

    of fertile pigeons and antenna thieves

    through the sinister shadows of subway stations

    and beware of dogs junkies

    and the drunken super

    basements

    through the unexplored side streets of childhood

    my mind wanders

    that musk of the living

    and dying tenement compels me

    the gloom of alley and airshaft

    the glow of sunlight on brick

    i must navigate asphalt rivers

    i must trek the broken glass

    graffitied mainland to reach

    the cement heart of the interior

    and i will not return

    i am the great explorer forever lost

    in the concrete wilderness

    i will discover america

    flowering in the rubble

    a moon full and cold

    there was a moon full and cold

    and i was a child in the big wide

    unwanderable world

    kept safe by my parents and warm

    while the radiator with its ancient scales

    of cracked paint hissed like a tame dragon

    through the green forests

    and brown fields of footworn linoleum

    plastic soldiers advanced from their beachhead

    to conquer the living room or to die in glorious battle

    cowboys and indians skirmished at fort apache

    alien spacecraft landed and robots ran amok

    gallant knights with british accents

    rode forth from castle walls to great adventure

    fighting firebreathing worms and other strange creatures

    so the countryside would be safe for travelers

    and a child might sleep in

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