Fields • May 2020My spirit is growing In the quiet of these days Fields • May 2020My spirit is growing In the quiet of these days The L Train • June 25, 2018The city is surprisingly quiet. She expected something different-something more like the movies- bustling crowds, musicians and artists busking in the long, tiled corridors of the metro. Part I: The Bayou • March 10, 2020 It was a shiny body curled upPart II: A Conversation Take that little tree If you go and cut a branch off that little tree Precipice • March 19, 2020The cry of seagulls is the constant, melancholic soundtrack of Istanbul. The March air is cold and the light is soft and hazy. Some tree must be in bloom; tiny, delicate, globes of white cotton fall constantly from the sky. A Question of Economics • May 13, 2020There once was a village beside a lavender field. On some days, at the right distance, and with the right light, every house and every person who happened to be walking the streets looked washed in a delicate hazy purple. I Went Dancing • April 20, 2020 Hafiz and I met on a pathPebbles crunched under our sandalsHe asked me to dance. The L Train • June 25, 2018The city is surprisingly quiet. She expected something different-something more like the movies- bustling crowds, musicians and artists busking in the long, tiled corridors of the metro. Part I: The Bayou • March 10, 2020 It was a shiny body curled upPart II: A Conversation Take that little tree If you go and cut a branch off that little tree Precipice • March 19, 2020The cry of seagulls is the constant, melancholic soundtrack of Istanbul. The March air is cold and the light is soft and hazy. Some tree must be in bloom; tiny, delicate, globes of white cotton fall constantly from the sky. A Question of Economics • May 13, 2020There once was a village beside a lavender field. On some days, at the right distance, and with the right light, every house and every person who happened to be walking the streets looked washed in a delicate hazy purple. I Went Dancing • April 20, 2020 Hafiz and I met on a pathPebbles crunched under our sandalsHe asked me to dance.
