The Journey of a Baby Plant

The plant I got for my birthday Withers in the cold air. It doesn’t do well in winter. The top of it’s stem is pink, Stressed from too much sun. I set it in the window sill And forgot to move it back To the small plate on the corner Of my desk where itContinue reading “The Journey of a Baby Plant”

36th Street

After a long day of speech therapy and wandering around the city, I take a shortcut to return back to my hotel. 36th street. A random street. The sun has disappeared behind the clouds. The street is quiet, a welcomed change from Park Avenue. I’m halfway down between Park and Lexington when I notice aContinue reading “36th Street”