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Riding Up to Harlem

Riding up to Harlem in a silver chariot.

Hustling & Bustling during a season of busy “cheer”.

A child laughs, a mother cries and I see the city reflected in a hobo’s eyes.

As I exit the train I hear Jazz musicians serenading commuters running by.

I hear a world of renaissance that has passed me by.

I think of this village called Harlem and feel the spirits of greats pass me by.

Can I add a stroke of paint to this village mural and contribute beauty with ashes?

125th Street Subway Station Mural in Harlem

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An Everlasting Image

The image of the Father Mychal Judge
is one that will not go, no, will not budge
from my eleventh of September cache
of pictures. How my mind holds on to ash

and leaping people, firemen, siren screams.
How could those strengthened girders and those beams
succumb to airplanes diving in nose-first?
That day, much more than planes and buildings burst.

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The A Train

We’re riding together but sit worlds apart.

The stockbroker, the mother, the hobo living in separate realities, yet riding in the same car.

The A Train zips from beaches to hoods to ground zero.

Our liberal metropolis is a kingdom of progressive “niceties”.

The A Train is a silver chariot carrying us through our politely segregated city.

Photo Credit: NYC Transit Museum


A summers night we will never forget…..part four

After seeing Mary my head was filling with thoughts of what we would talk about , possibly things we would do . I always wanted to know what she was going to do after high school , if she had any certain dreams she wanted to follow . I so badly wanted to go for a walk in the moon light holding hands , just laughing and thinking carefree thoughts.  Mary has always brought out a different person in me , so much different from the guy I was around my other friends . I was thinking about this , as it hit me that I had fallen in love with her . It had to be , she was all I thought about , I wanted to be in her presence , I wanted to take in her beauty . Mary’s smile was so intoxicating , it brought a feeling of excitement to me .

Mary and the other girls had brought a tent of their own , it seemed they needed help putting it up . I volunteered my self so that I could get a chance at small talk with Mary and break the ice , or maybe just a chance to show off for her . It was a bulky old canvas tent , i could tell it hadn’t been put up in a while . I had everything spread out on the ground , I was missing a very important part of the tent , the stakes without these The tent wouldn’t be held down . I spoke up about this and a girl named Tammy , who was Mikes girlfriend looked at me and said that she had them in her bag. Mary pulled them out of her bag and brought them to me . She held them out for me to take , as i took them from her our hands touched , it was like and electric charge , as I kinda jerked my hand quickly . She looked at me and smiled as she said  don’t worry I wont bite .  I was delirious , I couldn’t think of a comeback so I just laughed . After getting the stakes the tent went up quickly , Mary and I opened the windows to let the nights breeze kinda air it out .  We had them all open when Mary looked up and asked if we could maybe go for a walk later on . My heart was racing already just from her scent , her mesmerizing beauty , it took all I had to muster up a….sure we can do that.



In the beginning, there was nothing.
Nothing but the dry dust of yearning
for light, weighted by gravity

Years went by, the stars would sing
an edgy, discordant song
about a wist for things never had.

In the beginning there was nothing but dark
and then you entered me so deeply
the universe exploded.


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