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Stepping off a curb once in Manhattan
on 5th Avenue, I felt a hand clutch my blazer near my lower spine and yank me back onto the sidewalk in mid-step just as a bus passed inches in front of my face. The sudden breeze was a delight, especially now that I was still alive to appreciate it. I turned to thank my unknown benefactor but no one's eyes met mine, nobody seemed to want to take the credit. That's the thing about New York, Everyone's always in such a hurry.
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Kurt LuchsKurt Luchs has poems published or forthcoming in Into the Void, Right Hand Pointing, and The Sun Magazine, and won the 2017 Bermuda Triangle Poetry Prize. He founded the literary humor site TheBigJewel.com, and has written humor for the New Yorker, the Onion and McSweeney's Internet Tendency, as well as writing comedy for television and radio. Sagging Meniscus Press published his humor collection, It's Funny Until Someone Loses an Eye (Then It's ReallyFunny). His poetry chapbook, One of These Things Is Not Like the Other, is forthcoming. More of his work, both poetry and humor, is at kurtluchs.com. |
