oddly beautiful:
freshly fallen snow
on
New York City garbage bags
Author: HJ
December 6
echoing construction
or a drum circle in a nearby subway?
the nyc story
December 4
you are allowed
to start a million poems
with
‘when i was…’
maybe you need to reflect on
what was
before writing about
what now could be
November 13
if you listen (not so) closely
the horns of the cars of a New York City street
almost sound like
the horns of the start of a New Orleans brass band
November 7
i have decided it is an adventure in and of itself
moving to
NYC
June 29
how is packing
the most stressful?
irrelevant of context
whether coming or going
moving or staying
(there’s a reason all my stress dreams
become packing nightmares)
June 28
our walking tour of the historic sites of stonewall and gay Greenwich Village
was postponed, likely to be canceled, without notice
for a Lady Gaga concert scheduled to begin
in seven and a half hours
and if that isn’t the perfect metaphor
for the commercialization and lost history
of Pride
i don’t know what is.
June 27
i type on an app
that makes my iPad
emulate a typewriter
i love feeling
like hipster trash
June 26
a line of SUV’s
all dark blue or black
parked on the left side of the street
one a few feet in front of the others
hazards on
trunk open
an Orthodox Jew
unloading large speakers
one by one
onto the hot pavement
a Brooklyn scene
June 25
in the morning
a downpour
hair soaked
from under a hood
in seconds as we
rush across the same street twice
trying to predict our Lyft driver’s
street familiarity
in the afternoon
too hot
for anyone’s comfort
(and we thought the rain would cool the city off)
in the evening
a hella-queer rooftop concert
as the sun sets
lavender
and
baby blue
over the NYC skyline
kipventures 