Tag: city life
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The Concrete Jungle
The concrete jungle wakes to rays of the sun. Panes of glass play with eastern light. Towers of brick, cement, and stucco rise above urban citrus trees to glimpse the stirring towns. Traffic pours in, traffic pours out, and cars line up like glistening ants. Vehicular networks like brain neurons branch outward and inward, a ... -
I Wait
This is not my city—it isn’t my world. I can’t remember how long it’s been since my first assignment. Fugitives are my business, and I’m very good at hunting them. I never fail a mission. Unfortunately, my latest conquest took me here to a world of excess and instant gratification. This world is the perfect ... -
The Composer
There’s a mug. A Blue coffee mug so dark it’s almost black. It’s been a frequent resident of the window sill since 2009. It’s not a very important mug, as you can tell. The lacquer is chipped in some places, and there’s a paint stain on the handle. A spiderweb-thin crack runs up the side. ... -
Boston: A Poem
The city feels alive. Electric. My body shakes from the pure energy radiating off of the buildings and from the masses wandering the streets. Some are going to their destinations: to work, a bar, a concert venue, or home. Some don’t have homes to go to so they curl up on a street corner, waiting ...
