New York, Artists find refuge in such a solemn place. In corners, I hide,  A couple talks in a nearby coffee shop,  I watch them speak– And she spills the coffee, Wiping tears from her face; He spills the sugar … Continued

In June, I had grown accustomed to wearing tank tops, and playing outside with Polly. Polly was my sister. At 6’0” she surpassed me in most sports and was my superior in many things.  “Listen,” she would say “You got … Continued