SIDEWALK ARCHIPELAGO

the ebb and flow, searching for an eventide, a homeostasis of flesh and cloth weaving unspoken, threads without contact yet touching without knowing, the salmon instinct of activity, the struggle in mass for the end result, each arriving separately

ONE LEVEL BELOW

A snake with steel skin. Lights for the labyrinths. The subway approaches the platform. Benches exhibit the stain of graffiti; the concrete floor lay littered with gum spots. A man plays a saxophone. A school group moves through like frightened minnows. The aroma of diesel and damp grime attaches to your skin. There’s a low … More ONE LEVEL BELOW

STILL FRAMES

Night is the last language of day, full of unspoken wishes while breathing new words.  Theatres with black and white movies attract the mysterious; plenty of empty red velvet seats. Stained concrete steps descend into the veins of subways.  Under examined street art is worth less than the paint.   Crisscrossing pedestrians stream past like … More STILL FRAMES