Jason Crane

Jason Crane was born in Lenox, Massachusetts and lives in New York City. He’s a broadcaster, podcaster and writer. He’s a father. And he rides a bicycle.

Jason’s first collection of poems, Unexpected Sunlight (FootHills Publishing, 2010), is now available. His work has been published in Blue Collar Review, qarrtsiluni , Meat For Tea, State of Emergency: Chicago Poets Address The Gulf Crisis, and Poets For Living Waters.

Jason Crane

POEM: monkey mind

monkey mind “Matt, this is Chris.” “Chris, this is Danni. With an ‘i.’” “Danni, this is Nicole.” “I think we met at the book club.” “David, this is Stacy.” “Hi, these are my parents. They’re in         from Sweden.” “We’re here for 20 days.” “C.C., there are no eggs over there.” “Someone go tell C.C. that […]

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POEM: fatherhood

fatherhood the phone just isn’t enough too many frequencies are lost between the vocal chords and the inner ear cast by satellites and towers into the atmosphere or outer space bloodless plastic against the ear is no substitute for a small warm palm wrapped up in my fingers or a kamikaze jump with a feral […]

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POEM: like

like garlic and Earth Balance over warm rotini the key changes in Stevie’s “Summer Soft” flowers on the window sill (our window sill) Roland Orzabal’s guitar solo on             ”Everybody Wants To Rule The World” miso ramen with white pepper and sprouts             eaten at the bar where everyone is sweating sembe and a cold bottle of […]

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POEM: Cape Town

Cape Town singing Cape Town into Brooklyn through a pair of speakers made in China music written in the Berkshires by a madhouse veteran of the solo circuit green tea in the last surviving mug from the latest in a long line of relocations the new room has an altar in it which would surprise […]

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POEM: expenses

Listen to this poem using the player above. / / / expenses $1.00 for the three congueros           on the D train           black men with beautiful braids           down their backs           too meticulous to be dreadlocks $5.00 for queso made from yeast           bought from a friendly former hippie           in a Bushwick bar           where a bomb would have […]

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