Poetry

The Game

I shuffle in with the heavy-coat-laden, the cough-armed, the book-wielding, the cellphone-brandishing, the suit-clad, the receding-pants-garbed, into the white brightness, into the light. Sound waves rebound off desperate ears stricken by unrelenting blows of brash beats, the hollow rhythms pervading rotten and audible about the enclosure, a sad travesty of the private seclusive silence of […]

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The Man

I see him every day. The same black man Sitting on a stoop On Lexington Avenue. His face caked with grime Making it impossible to guess his age. Short, curly white ringlets Frame his face. He can’t afford to go to the barber – but his hair never seems to grow. The inner lining of […]

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