CRAIG CZURY

KOTO MUSIC ON PUBLIC SQUARE Hiroshima Day Wilkes-Barre 1985 We have torn ourselves open cutting out the forms of our bodies our children’s bodies on plastic ...

Dear Santa, I want a gun for Christmas. I want a ski mask and refugee tent like all the other kids. I want canine incisors and police tape. I want a water ca...

A friend sent me a message that a young woman was found dead last week with one of my poems centered on her desk and I’ve been wondering …poem as consolation...

Google Earth Soncino find the water tower find me underneath or on liquid nights on top of blowing pigeon sounds through my thumbs and Google Earth pigeons f...

[REZERVUAR] on my small table this morning at my secret café next to the window with the two dead plants like home and rattan blind I duck behind each mornin...

Dear Santa, I want a gun for Christmas. I want a ski mask and refugee tent like all the other kids. I want canine incisors and police tape. I want a water ca...

There are traps and ways to slide through them. At the top of the rungs there's a trap door. Luca is up there sweeping. There's a broom and an echo when you ...

Mrtva Sabota (Dead Saturday) Even in a cemetery you can't eat without music. The waiter has just set down a plate of grilled meat, mushroom sauce, bottle of ...

The Hungarians believe whatever you dress up as for Halloween, a spirit of that costume stays with you for the following year. Your ghost sheets may get you ...

So much more to grasp beyond understanding. I write this into each poem and the only reason I write. If you can't keep up with the jazz, listen for the music...

Of everything that gets lost in a lifetime. Of everything that eventually gets justified. Turned to irony or black humor. Of every way to go looking for repr...

There are ones who stand on myth and the mystic. There are ones who stand on dream. There are ones who stand on the laws that defy the laws of gravity. There...

This time I’m younger, living with my mom at the high-rise, sleeping on her floor. This time we’re not speaking, which is a good thing, and I have to get up ...

ENO BAR (Soncino, Italy) ~ for Paolo Frassini The fish are doing their egg and sperm thing in the canal and the air smells like lunch, slathered with rosemar...

I was 39 when I found the woman who gave birth to me. Between nature and nurture, I found my health, my slant, my way of putting attitude together with words...