Week 1 – Hoyt-Schermerhorn


I am crammed on the A train,

Next to a man in an MTA hat. 

I nudge him as I wedge my body in,

We defy the laws of physics and he returns my smile and eye contact.


It is a small moment, but we are two people crammed in like sardines,

One of many stories,

Going home to our loved ones and our beds on this rainy Friday evening.


Our lives touch for a second, spiraling out like ribbons, greens and blues and the orange of the trains leaving the station.

I am struck by how we interact, human to human, soul to soul.


For one afternoon commute, I believe in hope. 


Yet again, life seems to get in the way of me updating this blog. Writing gets few and further between sometimes in the flurry of life and work and adventures. I want to say thank you to everyone who followed this year’s poetry challenge, and an even bigger one for sticking with me as I share my thoughts with you.

This year’s weekly poem is starting off late, and I want to do my best to catch up. For now, I’ll begin posting weekly again, and as always, we will see where it goes.

Thank you to everyone who reads and connects with my work, and happy reading of all to come.