Living in cardboard box off 5th Avenue Nine floors high without much of a view Bagpipes on a Saturday afternoon Cyclists fill the streets in June People in Harlem dance to their own beat The sounds of the trains travel through the pipes Thud! A pair of heels hits the floor The neighbour’s home. It’s […]
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Life. Death. Life…
Bomb blasts, murders, robberies. She grew up reading about these every morning in the newspaper. The concept of death however remained a mystery. If she ever overheard adults in the household talk about or mourn a relative’s or a friend’s death, she would enclose herself in a shell and talk to her imaginary friends about what followed in […]