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.”


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 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”


I remember a time ago remarking to my father about the destruction of trees in exchange for new (and we decided, cheap) houses I said: the mud holes, cement and sand seem terrible when there are houses rotting down the street And he replied, but new houses represent growth in the market; a sign ofContinue reading “IS THIS PROGRESS?”