To the curly haired, now-slumped over, gloomily-looking-into-the-distance, 24 year old sitting on the train, who gave a dollar and an apple away: thank you. And it is not your fault. It is no one person’s fault. If it is, it is that of a few hundred white men, a few hundred years ago (rounding?)Continue reading “Watch the Gap”
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Watching strangers on the subway
I find a spot to stand on the train and it feels like a paradise, spaces between strangers sock and shoes and sweat and stories— let me keep my distance. Although there is a tiredness to it. I was taught I could do any damn thing, and I believe it: I feel my uniqueness liftingContinue reading “Watching strangers on the subway”
“B”
I thought I knew you from another room, but you said your name was Gaby and I only knew one of you, (and I didn’t want to know Gabby again). So I crumpled up “b” into a box, pushed it to the back of my closet, burned the closet, and looked up, at you. Continue reading ““B””
Phantom of the Opera
Last night I saw Phantom of the Opera with a friend, front row, all the way on the right. She won the tickets in the Broadway Lottery in New York for less than a third of the price. This is what I learned from the show: Be patient. Be aware. Be kind. Love the light andContinue reading “Phantom of the Opera”
Subway Woman
She looks into the subway car like a criminal looks into their jail cell with contempt, with bitterness, with acceptance. It’s 1AM, car a quarter full, faint summer air conditioning filling the air along with her grievances. She resigns, lays back in her seat after picking some lint out of her hair sheContinue reading “Subway Woman”
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”
Central Park
And then, you remember: under every leaf and tree, beneath every bit of skin within every life on Earth there is what we call Love. April 23, 2016
Haiku 4
Sit in April rain; now watch as it turns to snow; laugh that this is spring. April 9, 2016
Morning Commute
Take your hand off the door and take a step with me. Flex your eyebrow while your side eye grants me a grin– did I say it again? “I like you,” and all those messy thoughts aside, “I know you,” or at least I want to. My steps feel lighter now thatContinue reading “Morning Commute”
City Living
We live here, apartment three floor four– it’s confusing, I know. … Burgundy molding pinches the outside of my window, a gentle beauty I did not expect to find on my side of New York City. … The big picture is always on my mind; and yet I so rarely see it. … I canContinue reading “City Living”
Reaching Joy 