Bread City Basketball


Lowell High by Tom Meschery

Our red brick square gymnasium was an anachronism
Among the steel-ribbed, concrete muscled ellipses
And angles of the day; it was full of shadows –
The floor corduroy, the backboards wood
And the rims were bent with age
(the relentless ricochet of basketballs),
It had none of the embellishments
Found in more modern gyms.
It was simply a no-nonsense structure
Built to house players not spectators.
Surrounded by its gray walls and wrinkled floor
We practiced two-to-six, six days a week.
And throughout that time – four years –
Our coach, who was as old as the building,
Taunted and inspired us, swore and cajoled us,
He taught us to play without frills.
We became red brick and corduroy
And learned to see through shadows.

by Tom Meschery

beautiful basketball court



The Leap by Cliff Dweller
April 26, 2012, 12:44 pm
Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Photography, Poetry | Tags: ,

Shooting hoops,
you realize that
the spirit of the universe
swirls around you
like a gentle
blue light
The lowering sun beckons
your eyes and nothing else
This is all you need
This is your life,
that hunk of
one city street,
and you become
a thing of beauty
jumping through
the evening’s stillness
with this pumpkin
in your hand
You choose
to be outside
playing basketball
because you have
a small hole to fill
A net of darkness
that you love
more than a best friend
Street lights are shining again
in the shadow of the city
You’re in the middle,
catching the ball
before you leap
as high as Olympus
And suddenly you see
your fingertips
on the ball
growing older,
growing darker,
the very last drop
of immortality

by Cliff Dweller

1990s tribeca basketball nyc
photo via waiting4brooklyn



Best Side
February 1, 2012, 9:14 am
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Hot bowl of pastina,
23rd Street and the river.
Subway grime patina,
shout to chopped liver.

Chelsea Penthouse NYC Photo
photo by Stephan Alessi



The Secret File
November 1, 2011, 8:56 am
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New York cops in Jersey
and girls who never smile:
there’s something going on there
that’s in a secret file.

Mysterious girl photo by Ana Kras
photo by Ana Kras



BACK IN THE FOLD

Swishing on chain nets
the very last cigarette
the first bowl of cereal
subway timing miracles
crisp American dollars.
Holler.


photo by Eugene Tan
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FRESH PRINCE REAL PHILLY STYLE GREENROOM

Carlton with the tongues out
white Air Force optometrist
bout to fly off on a carpet
like you never even heard of this.


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SUMMER: IT’S OFFICIAL!
June 13, 2009, 2:07 am
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Hot long purple
purple nights
here we come.

summer poem, basketball, jake lemkowitz
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by Jeff Shaw