Several million tracks of experience find their ways into my subconscious every nanosecond. Curiosity invites my consciousness to bear witness to life, objects, nature, etc., materials that are coded into my DNA and later come […]
Themes
Is It You I’m Writing For
The sage burns, the high wears out; and back again I see I’m not alone… It wasn’t you that I was writing for. You’ve already heard each word cycle back again. I wrote instead […]
CAMERAS DON’T LIE
The information age and technology have revolutionized the way we do everything. We live in a period coined “Network Society and Timeless Time,” by social scientists. It was November 13th, and the editorial staff of […]
Bushwick: Parte Dos.
Click here for Part I of this story, Bushwick: Parte Una. Mom stopped halfway through the block and reversed the car back to the steps of the basement. I had to hold myself back from […]
fata morgana
if i could have gone back i would have gone back but floating army tanks rolled over government agents and snatched a plainclothes security officer from the nezahualcoyotl reservoir if i could have gone […]
We’re All Global Citizens Separated By Demarcation Lines
Continued coverage of the Concordia Summit, a parallel event to the 2015 UN General Assembly. Click here to see the preview Part I of this article! “According to the International Labor Organization, approximately 73 million young people […]
Pulling the Door Open
I arrived at Christopher Street Station in a carefully selected sundress. Slowly, I made my way aboveground trying my best not to sweat too much in the July heat. This would be the first time […]
New Apartment
Finding and securing an apartment in New York City is one sort of nightmare. Nightmares exist all over the world, but this particular one all New Yorkers share. It’s in the contract we write in […]
Transient
“We have a tendency to think of the homeless as a transient population” “Yeah, but Toronto […]
Amsterdam Houses
Four sparrows pick at a chicken bone. The spray of last night’s McCormick, Butterfingers and rolling papers flutter in the path like quietly existing flowers. A boy snoozes on a bench; his smooth, brown neck […]