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.”
Category Archives: Living & Working on 18th Street
IT’S ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE
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”
SIDEWALK CLOSED
Giant square holes of missing earth Caramel mud And the great striped barrel of the cement truck Painted like a carnival sliding liquid armor into the ground stopping traffic starting anew
fog up the windows 