New York City
the oil stains, splattered across the awnings of bakeries, remnants of the now-gone air conditioners-- childrens’ bicycles shoved behind [...]
A Series of Haikus
Lying on the rug, And watching the spiral rain Come down once again. Sweet apples, I crave. Chasing remnants [...]
On Laundromats
I remember how we used to lay on top of the machines at laundromats,Flat on our backs.We’d listen to the [...]
