place poem


In the park,
Which reminds me of
The Luxembourg Gardens
trees swell with bursts of cadmium fires
Windswept branches sway like
Burnt-umber menorahs under the
Weight of lamp-black snow
The fluttering of countless
Candle flames.

Paths lead to Old Man who plays
Jerusalem Ridge under the garden
Arch. Kissing teenagers with
Cobalt heads rumble on
Polyurethane wheels.

On the glassy plane of a man made
Lake, miniature sailboats mingle
With the Canada goose
The mallard duck, the water
Fowl, the largemouth bass
Who nip at cigarette butts, crumpled
Cans of Orange Crush, organic farm
Raised cellophane.

Swans arch ivory necks in paired solitude
And I think: if I could paint, I would paint
This. And ignore the man who stands
Behind me and paints apes who paint
Notre Dame Cathedral.


photograph by Daria Nepriakhina


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Sergio Remon Alvarez

Born in Madrid Sergio moved to New York City at a young age. He studied playwriting under Karl Friedman and theater at Purchase College. After college, Sergio moved to Alta, Utah where he was a dish washer, waiter, handyman, ski repairman, firefighter and free-skier. Upon his return to New York City, Sergio has alternately been a bookseller, boxer, painter, translator, graphic artist, jazz musician, and writer. He studied creative writing at Gotham Writer's Workshop, the Unterberg Center for Poetry, the St Marks Poetry Project, and New York University. He currently splits his time living in New York and Madrid. He runs with the bulls in Pamplona.

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