The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion   Advertisements


The river has a voice, secured within the constant flow as it passes the factory.   It remembers the first block set as the cornerstone.  The steam from engines great and small. The windows and chimneys. The bricks and grease.   ….and the men wearing overalls sweating over iron, the gold for cities rising into … More STILL THERE