Number 10: A Poem

  I am walking home.   Strange that this place This huge city with its Screaming sirens And constant thrum of activity Has come to be that place called "home."   I watch as my feet cover the distance Between here - where I am And there - where I will be, Step by step... Continue Reading →

Number 5

Right around the time that my next blog post was “due”, Matthew and I moved from our shared apartment in Queens to our very own place in Coney Island. I am a pretty good mover at this point. In fact, I’ve done it so many times that, a year or so ago, when I was... Continue Reading →

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