Transit Story

Out of the corner of my eye I see two elderly ladies come onto the streetcar. I keep an eye out for these ladies. I’m like an old lady vigilante. If there’s young able- bodied people sitting in the only three seats reserved for elderly and disabled, I give them the stink eye. Maybe…

Spring

I leaf through drifts of paper assigning letters like decoration. Connected to each letter is a life a dorm room a Facebook page a beating heart a family eagerly awaiting . My fingers move across a keyboard calculating The sun rises and falls in wider swaths each day The drifts melt and then accumulate…