It is a wonder that my eyes may see the city from such varied perches, day to day: By bus: elevated so that I may gaze indulgently into wet, dirt-caked cavities of construction sites hidden when I am By bike: so that the flawed contours of road, frenzied traffic patterns spill soft city breath onContinue reading “PHILADELPHIA, NAKED.”


When Angie comes around, I know it’s almost time to leave. She crinkles her nose at me when I’ve got fifty tabs open in a browser, while she shimmies behind my chair to collect my plastic bag of paper & lemon peels. Go home, she insists playfully with a gesture at an invisible watch onContinue reading “IT’S ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE”