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In The Stacks

Endless possibilities await in a bookstore.A safe haven for creatives and wanderers,just trying to find their place,drifting off into books whereperspective is gainedand memories are burnedinto our minds as thoughwe have lived many lives.In the stacks there’s a freedomto understand someone’s realitywhile being detached from our own.It is here, there is magic.

Christina’s World

I first saw Andrew Wyeth’s painting Christina’s World in July 2023 at the MoMA in Midtown, New York. It was my third time at the museum. I can’t remember passing by it on my previous visits. I stood in front of the painting I had stumbled upon in a hallway for a few minutes. IContinue reading “Christina’s World”

Joy

Walking down the street the magic of summer fills the city enlightens my soul I feel the breeze hit my skin as I take the long walk down to the park I got nothing but time on this gorgeous morning in July every flower I see brings me joy walking down new streets I wanderContinue reading “Joy”

MoMA

Arriving at the museum two hours before they closed on a Saturday night was less than ideal. It was jammed packed with people who loved to stand right in the middle of doorways or breathe too closely on the paintings. I had no other choice, I was only in the city for 48 hours. ThisContinue reading “MoMA”

2 AM

silence enters the night I do not speak I listen to a book and work on a puzzle I lose track of time trying to fit pieces together slowly the image begins to form the harder I focus rain falls outside may showers continue I can slightly hear the drops hitting the roof the narratorContinue reading “2 AM”

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”

August in the City

I wrote this poem last year on a park bench in Washington Square Park. I carried an umbrella, walking down Fifth Avenue, waiting for the rain to fall. I held one of Patti Smith’s first books at the Strand. I admired Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs at the Guggenheim. I told a man from Africa about ToniContinue reading “August in the City”

AIS: Speak Freely Live Fearlessly

This week at the American Institute for Stuttering has been amazing. I went in with a few ideas of what I wanted to work on and I’m leaving having learned a lot about myself and my stutter with the tools to navigate this lifelong journey of stuttering. I learned little things I have known about myself butContinue reading “AIS: Speak Freely Live Fearlessly”