It doesn’t matter about (fill in your blank). The brilliant gift that you have, the brilliant thing you do, is… Read more You, My Lachi

Steeples twined toward heaven A chase unto the end And you and I as partners Have the majesty to begin… Read more Us

Seven Thirty Saturday Misty morn commute Station platforms empty Riders huddled mute Early birds and night hawks Sharing in this… Read more The L in the AM

Plaid earthen blanket, dull greens and browns spread taught across the flat expanse below wrinkled only by gullies torn open… Read more Chasing Planes

The soft plush thud of a hacky sack Boots shuffle and crunch across gravel paths Water trickling and plunging into… Read more Bryant Park