Each face staring straight ahead, no one speaking,
each rider holding the day carefully, like an egg,
past the piroshki bakeries, past the restaurants
selling pho and bulgoki and Shanghai dumplings
and carnitas, past the Church of the Star of the Sea
A journey through the contrasting urban and natural spaces within San Francisco’s 49 square miles.
Sixth Avenue at 50th Street (1978) by Thomas Struth I’m making my way across lower Manhattan on an early May afternoon, my mask snug and my glasses quickly fogging … Continue reading →
Jamira Burley should be another product of the system. Instead, she has used the tragedies of her life to reshape her community, and disrupt the status quo.
On the cargo floor of a battered Chevy van,
an old man is working. Lopez Shoe Repair.
Oxfords, monk-straps, derbies, pointed boots & loafers.
Seven days a week.
I do not believe in sorrow;
it is not American.
. “Where are the African Gods to save us from this misery and shame?” Lyricist Abbey Lincoln and director Rodney Passé create a meditative portrait of black masculinity through images … Continue reading →
11/6 I held Sam after class today. He stared out the window and cried. He tells me that he just wants to go home. We discuss his behavior. Sam … Continue reading →
there waz a new girl/woman on the street. before i left yesterday. i saw her. marching the corner between brushton and the brusies. making. hard eye contact at alla the … Continue reading →
there is new crack on the street today plus the first of the month was yesterday which means checks been cashed all night and spent on the block. you can … Continue reading →
The sound kept me warm those winter evenings walking down Broadway after work, when I had work, with work and wind stinging my face. Chaka Khan singing Prince, singing this … Continue reading →