Posts by Bryce Berkowitz

November 24, 2021 | Poetry

After the Drunk Guy at The Cellar Asked If I Spoke Arabic

Bryce Berkowitz

How harrowing it must be to swallow the syrupy scraps of night,
then ask for more.

November 22, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Bryce Berkowitz

And somehow I’m supposed to get dressed in the morning / when most days arrive like a gold chain tangled in black chest hair.