PHILADELPHIA, NAKED.

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.”

AN EDUCATION

(I wrote this poem about two years ago, when I was unemployed after college. Now I’m about to be voluntarily unemployed. How much life can change in so little time. I am learning now what is essential to my happiness, my wholeness. And it absolutely means simplicity.) Our fruit baskets are not empty. My shelfContinue reading “AN EDUCATION”

COMFORT

Spring onions [ little but mighty ] dance around in a Friday evening pan & press their tangy scent through screened windows in Queen Village. Volvo-owning dads mirror-shine their autos with microfiber cloths & load hatchbacks with camping equipment. I walk through it all, like an open air museum. Grilled burgers & Turtle Wax, basil clippings from the windowContinue reading “COMFORT”

THE CITY IS A BEEHIVE

The city is a spillt canister of legos stretching out & out etched by rivers large enough to accommodate boats impressive bridges. Disregard the concrete. Pay no mind to the curdling of liquids after it rains. Look up to the massive sky where stale sounds and stifled air find release. The city is a beehive that alarms us when we think: “Gosh, we made this with hands,Continue reading “THE CITY IS A BEEHIVE”