Going Down   The pain of our pieces not fitting after years of assembly My rage at wet towels and wet socks The joy of seeing your face again The pain of watching you...

I. Sturdy spruce trees stand Like thin, shaken, gutless twigs Before the chainsaw. II. Swallow packs soar high Under the merciless rain That chews through their wings. III. Rose...

to the wildlife we have destroyed  Though your presence May have left I will try my best To keep your memory  Alive   Telling stories of  How you  Lived  in...

In my younger days, I would catch frogs in the summer – cupping one between my hands and watching its convex eyes looking back at me. I caught myself a little friend – I wonder...

The day before the first snow Almost fell,  Went bird-watching  In Bryant Park.  Instead of birds watched  A Walgreens bag,  Flopping in the wind.    Didn’t...

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To: Strand Book Store 828 Broadway New York, NY 10003 From: Tayler Bakotic The Wonderful Strand I long for the Strand and its infinite possibilities: From dragon slayers...

To: Washington Mews New York, NY 10003 From: Grace Marie Wanebo Dear friend,  Writing to you from Washington Mews, it’s like I’ve walked out of Greenwich Village...

To: Brooklyn Bridge Park 334 Furman St, Brooklyn, NY 11201 From: Rachel Lee Where I Find Peace Escaping the honks From inside the city To observe A day’s end. ...

To: Abraço 81 E 7th St New York, NY 10003 From: Anna de la Rosa dear abraço, in the far right corner, you have a bench meant for one but manages to squeeze in...

To: The Battery Battery Pl., State St. and Whitehall St. New York, NY 10004 From: Anna-Dmitry Muratova I like When people spit into trash bins, Not on the ground. When...

To: Avenue D & East Seventh Street New York, NY 10009 From: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes When an eastward road is your walkabout these stacked houses with green faces red...