Moving is hard. To look up and see all the pieces of the life that you’ve built just scattered around you. The skeleton of what once was lies disassembled, waiting... read more →
I always wonder what homesickness looks like to other people. I’ve had friends who have traveled like I have, who have moved far away from home and struggled just to... read more →
I had seen her many times before, or so I thought, sitting outside of Market. Always typing. Today I asked her to write a poem with the subject "Not From... read more →
One evening last week I hopped on my bike and rode around my neighborhood. I’ve lived in the West End of town for three years now, and for the first... read more →
The Philly Girl inside me wants to come out. She’s pissed. It’s true. Did you know I used to be punk rock? Street punk, in fact. Fishnets, plaid and converse.... read more →