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 20 – Fulton Street

Fulton Street

I know the sound of the streets in Manhattan,

My heart races with the G into the Brooklyn night.

I wonder why life is drawn in subway lines,

Where the heart is that these veins seek.

Who am I to map this corner of the universe,

My balcony a fire escape, to your views of the East River. 

I live in one city and hundreds at once. 

Week 32 – Thoughts on Being Alumni

Thoughts on Being Alumni

It’s been four months since Brooklyn. 

Four rent checks.

It still amazes me the number of cars on the A train, 

The noise of cars rattling through the tunnels still sounds like music to my ears.

It is hard to leave a room full of laughter,

Friends and knowing I can breathe easy. 

Finally, I feel like home. 

Week 27: Thoughts on the G Train the Morning After Election Day

Thoughts on the G Train the Morning After Election Day

I woke up this morning.

You could say it’s a different world.

My window is still cold,

The subway is still crowded,

Tatiana the crossing guard is still helping the little girls from down the block cross the street before school this morning.

I wake up, and the world keeps turning,

The sun still rises,

Trains keep moving and my rent is still due.

We can move forward,

It’s the only direction we’ve been given.