A New Sunrise

There was a sunrise this morning, but no skyscrapers. The start of the day was still obscured from my view though; living on top of a hill has its perks, but not all of the time. There was also a man sitting in his car this morning, face illuminated from below by the blue expelled…

Commute

There's a navy velvet sky this morning, and the swish of traffic is drowned out by busts of cheery birdsong. It's not dawn, but it's coming, and the birds know what's up. I might have dressed and prepared tea, quietly - some still sleep at this hour - but it felt far from the empty…

“I Want to Hold Your Hand”

The cool air near to the floor might be kissing my palms, but I still feel the ghost of fingers entwined like that chainlink fence I'll be walking past, if I choose to pause, sip my coffee and remember how that moment would have befit a cigarette, before I continue to walk¬†uptown to start the…

Mornings

There's something to be said for rising early, for being among the first on the train, a touch bleary-eyed, coffee still warm from the French press from which it was just poured. The light of the subway car is harsh and apt to make anyone look unflattering before the light has time to break across…