Bread City Basketball


UPPER WEST SIDE, 2005
May 28, 2009, 12:41 am
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up on riverside and ninety-five
sidewalk heat
3 bags of lye
2 girls on a stoop
waiting for the bus
1 had a tennis racket
so we lit up the dutch.

nyc summer
photo by AC Berkheiser
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DIRECTIONS FOR LA GEAR COMMERCIAL
May 10, 2009, 2:18 am
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Take some some sunshine, some tank tops, some LA Gear. Take two people. Have them pretend to have fun while pretending to play basketball while not knowing how to play basketball. Have them hop back and forth with the ball, blatantly traveling. Have them regress into childhood. The playground bully goes through the motions but does not know how to get what he wants. The girl-next-door knows how not to give it to him. This guy will never call her out on double-dribbling. Have them dance. Have them not pretend to not know how to play basketball.  Take a theme song. LA Gear. LA Gear. You’ve got the moovvves. LA Gear.

Sneaker Fact: Karl Malone rocked these.



OHIO SLANG, CIRCA 2006
April 30, 2009, 12:44 am
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holding packs of crayons/
we call that burnt sienna/
cleveland browns bandanna/
my ferrari antenna.

ohio slang, poetry, hip hop



HOTEL CRIME
April 5, 2009, 12:21 am
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On my way down to the lobby
reach quick now it’s a robbery
Arabs rushing in
smashing the antique pottery.

Luckily we rigged
the whole room booby trapped
they look under the rug
and get blown up.

hip hop storytelling explosions



THE HAMPTONS
January 18, 2009, 12:05 am
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we got guns
we got cannons
we got planes
and we got hammocks,
don’t call my cell when
i’m in the hamptons
cause i’m eating
two-hundred dollar
tunafish sandwiches.

The Hamptons, Rap, Guns and Hammocks
photo by Martin Rusch



CONEY ISLAND
December 29, 2008, 12:41 am
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Wire trash cans swarmed
by bees, hair gets salty
in the breeze then sunset sand
and quarts of beer
men stand fishing on the pier.
Fire crackles hot and dry
red waves lap closer
reflecting the sky.


photo by Nicholas Breslow
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THE FULTON MALL

suitcases packed with cigarettes
new sneakers sealed in plastic
men hustling umbrellas
hoping for the storm to break

FULTON MALL GOLD
photo by Bonnie Natko