the moment you wake up is a beautiful beginning.   no knowledge of the weather no concept of the time no worry of the day ahead no remembrance of last night   everything is bright and clear the sun in through the window everything is hopeful now no troubles weigh you down   until it… Continue reading morning



my mother tells me about her parents. i interpret her penmanship through my screen. her voice strokes my hair through my speaker, tenderly as her hands did when i was young.   they would do the dishes — she washed, he dried. they would steal a kiss, she says. the neighborhood kids loved him —… Continue reading looking

16 days

sixteen days ago i moved to new york city. in my sixteen days, i’ve gotten lost on the subway once, i’ve missed my train once, i’ve been asked for directions twice, i’ve gone grocery shopping downtown 70 blocks once, i’ve taken an uber to target in the bronx twice, had three job interviews, started two… Continue reading 16 days