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. 


Day 5 – Bridge


This city has two faces.

The shadows drape across lofts in Soho that once were factories,

The Empire State Building pierces the sky across the sunset. 

The paint peels in my little room in Brooklyn,

I pile pillows against the window to keep the drafts out at night.

Who am I to try to bridge these lives together.