On Fridays, I volunteer to bring food from companies around New York City— consequently, close to wherever I am to begin with— and bring it to nearby shelters. It’s a lot easier than feeling like a shit as a homeless man walks by on the subway but what am I, are we, to do? It’sContinue reading “Starfish”
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Riverside Park
Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”
Reaching Joy 