Part of me worries I will miss (the thought of, the idea of) you always. I talk (think) about running into you as though it’s …
Pigeon City by Fiona Murphy McCormack
The Cynic opens his blinds which shadow the large room like prison cell bars. From his master bedroom in the penthouse suite of the third …
A Letter to the City I Love
As I raced down the streets of New York City with the buzzing noise of conversation and public transit in my ears, I heard a …
Victor Whiskey by Emily Ward
His mother laughed during labor, breathless, hair plastered to her slick forehead, and blessed his father for the cowl. He grew up in hand-me-down boots. …
there must be somewhere better (november 2011) by Rona Wang
November means sputtering rain that has no energy left for desperation, myths woven into cartilage sidewalks like hemp. A rush of street veins, the trains …
Homelessness in a Big City
There’s no question that San Francisco is a beautiful place. Ghirardelli Square, Coit Tower, and, of course, the Golden Gate Bridge, are visited by thousands every …
Wander: New York City
Over the summer, I went to New York City. The first night we were there, my aunt and uncle took my siblings and me to …