A fight with time

In school there were always those kids that did their homework in the car on the way home. Or during passing periods. Or in class even. Well I was not that kid. It haunts me still. Now that I have slightly overcommitted myself. With the jobs and the writing projects. And every day I feel […]

Church bells

A few weeks ago I spent the night at a convent in East Harlem. The nuns gave me a room on the third floor with a twin bed and a wardrobe and one high window and because of the angle all I could see outside was the sky and part of a church rooftop. It […]