Week 2 – Gotham


A thunderstorm has come calling tonight.

Curled in my little room, drops land on my windows,

Run rivulets on the fire escape.

I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the rain.


I cannot wait to see the rainbows in the mists of a tomorrow’s sunny morning. 


Day 13 – Thunder


There will be days like these 

Nights and mornings and dusk coming

Bicycles on the curb and the word enough scrawled across the sky. 

I wish for the clouds to break into the thunderstorms in me.