Walk the tired grey streets Mind a map of grid lines Notice cracks in the concrete Years of birth on sidewalk tiles “Hey, that one’s like me! born in nineteen-ninety, trod on by fancy feet, slated for replacement by the city.” New Years Day for sidewalk…

I travel light My two feet Take me wherever I want to be North to south East to west I’ve seen it all. You see me and You judge me As you pretend to not see me. But I see you as you peek out…

I still remember the way your warm brown eyes would look at me, Like I was the world, and maybe I was just in that moment. I especially remember your hands. Big and awkward and perfect when they were holding mine. I want you to…

I’m smell like trash everyday. But I can see the stars everynight. They are so shiny and bright. I lay my head on the greenest grass Can you imagine this on first class? Be my guest whenever you want, Just bring me some coins and a…

I ride the bus from one town, to another. Leaving behind my mother and her whispered lies (these lies have grown inside me… malignancies that have become my truth) Carrying everything I own in a ripped green plastic bag… (mostly clothes from the Hospital’s lost…

Every Saturday my lover and I Gathered with the other well-fed volunteers to load meals into a van, and then drive to our stations in Manhattan to hand them out, One-by-one. Mothers pushing strollers with Crack-glazed eyes, and Old men in ill-fitting overcoats lined up…

Glances of adults glaces of kids Glances that say I smell Glances you give because I’m poor Glances for the man of the hour   Alms that you give I snap hungrily Straight to my trembling lips you see Alms that you give me, the…

This week it’s London. Something about those old-fashioned buildings, soothes and calms me down, and I need some relaxation. I don’t relax much in all those beachy areas that others find so popular. No, let me get lost in the city any day. But it’s…

How can he look? A picture that speaks his eyes are intense, they do speak to me, the eyes pierce at me; intense look they have intense as the friendship we’ve shared.   Comfort they give, the piercing brown eyes he’ll listen to me, he…

Ned’s got her packed tight With every pigeon hole layered Good stuff’s hid out a sight ‘Cept fer aspirin, bayered. Ned’s the doc and also the cook Watch fer liniment smellin’ like oil Don’t lose those recipes in the big book Some is fer food,…