Hello! In a moment here I am. Mid October 2019. Playing with words. Words - the gateway to my soul, used to express my unique experiences. I look to choose wisely. Words - a connecting force to the world around me. The environment in which I live: an urban ecosystem. Language placing me in a cultural system, this one, english, American, New York of my birth.

Here is some poetry I’ve written recently: {I love finding poetry in the world. There is so much. So much simple, honest beauty.}

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The workers unite

before sunrise

each morning in the dark they share

space + time + patience

boots dusty from the day before

eyes closed

eyes staring

into the blackness

punctuated by lit windows of other early risers

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A sea of mountains

flash flood at dawn

fiery hot, the sun rises,

dries it

scorched earth again

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Empty bench

Sits heavy

weighted down by bodies past

How many bodies have passed

And, attracted by open arms

Sat.watched.longed for.

Eyes closed

Eyes watching

bodies on benches

clear the emptiness and fill the solitude

bird calls and leaves scraping in wind

accompanying the empty bench

that beckons to all bodies

come, sit, ponder

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Pictures contain language. Some even say 1000 words. Here is a picture of a painting I made of a friend. As he painted me ‘al fresco’ on my fire escape in Brooklyn. Capturing the life - the nature - in this built environment.

Pictures contain language. Some even say 1000 words. Here is a picture of a painting I made of a friend. As he painted me ‘al fresco’ on my fire escape in Brooklyn. Capturing the life - the nature - in this built environment.