Week 4 – Astoria, Queens

Astoria, Queens

The sun sets over Long Island City.

The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in. 


Rarely do I take an elevated line,

Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet. 


It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue, 

One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.


The train sweeps under the tallest buildings. 

I am one of a million souls on this night,

Headed, home. 


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. 


Day 6 – The Light at the End of the Tunnel

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

I wait for the G train to come, eyes burning through the fog.

I remember today,

That if I spend my life trying not to drown, 

I will forget how much I love the water.

I will find my harbor, and I will swim. 


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.