Poised Between Light and Dark
As the warmth fades from our streets, the light slowly ebbs from our sky.
Our Shores Awash In Brine
Salt water meets fresh and their clenching embrace thrusts the saline line of the Hudson up and down from the Battery to Poughkeepsie.
A Toxic Green Flourishes
A vivid suspension of green on green—antifreeze floating on Mountain Dew and swirled with slime. It is the time of Harmful Algal Blooms.
A Brigade of Precarious ACs Plays Its Droning Song
The heartbeat of the city is the steady drip-drip drip-drip of air conditioners.
The Sun Stops Traffic
A celestial body aligns with concrete and steel titans... Manhattanhenge approaches.
The Evening Sky Flowers In Flame
A searing screech salutes the dying light. Fireworks season is upon us.
Horseshoe Crabs Lay Eggs Under a Full Moon
Weaving between discarded dogfish heads and tampon applicator flotsam, they are crawling.
Night Comes in Through the Window
Your screen is a fluttering membrane onto the darkness. Night scratches its fur against the thin separator, seeping into your room through osmosis.
Trees Green and Eyes Redden
Your inflamed lids are weeping and your nose is running, for pollen is stirring.
The Morning Croon of Mourning Doves
Lie there, listening, as the morning chorus of backyard birds swells.