January 2024
Dan Hubbs
hubbsdan3@gmail.com
Bio Note: I am a librarian and an old-time style banjo player. I have performed at Caffe Lena, Skidmore College (Solomon Northup Day), etc. I have published most recently in Voices: the Journal of New York Folklore. I received a grant in 2021 to publish a book of poems based, in part, on my time working as a building super in Manhattan - Downtown Super Tells All.

The Raker
(after WS) A fire burned In suburban nowhere As the night came striding Like a confusion of leaves Until the wind blew And the Raker Of two minds Raking late and Leaning there Admired his methodical Work Until the wind blew

Men Dressed as Women, Playing Women Dressed as Men
Down in the dark Where the fishes swim Where there ain’t No her and ain’t no him A little light Hanging off my head Four months before Any words were said Four months before Anything was decided A skeleton horse And a snake beside her In the painting by Albert Pinkham Ryder And the sky behind Where the paint is cracked The horse be running Down the wrong way track Black as night Black as coal Here and now And in days of old
©2024 Dan Hubbs
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