Sandy’s Mercy The trains left us to our own devices, which sparked shortages of PBR and stress in Brooklyn bars. The storm turned a shivering shoulder to the hipster hangs (whose tenants brushed off such allegations) where poetry and paintings were being carved from afternoons of the weeklong holiday Sandy ushered in…
She She came like an idea, an inspired flash that illuminated new corners. We were like small children with big dreams, daring our future to dawn. I surrounded our initials with a heart in the snow. Then came the spring, a beautiful season of life that we did not enjoy. And so I disguised myself…
The People Who Laughed At The Moon There was once a people who laughed at the moon. They made kissy faces at the sun and stared Off into the darkness just to name the stars— Searching sometimes for signs that What they already had was not just At their fingertips. They locked themselves in…
