My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
We didn't meet face to face - abstract concept view the crewTwo years plus; lock down shut-in(s) remote couch comfy jobJerry-rigged home offices mismatched and leaning to the left Several times a day we communicate via Zoom We'd chat trivia, analyze data - the ups and downs The consents, the positives and negatives. StatsThe children. …
She stood still, cold wind blows, bare hands shaking eyes wide as the news translates from doom and gloom to Christmas cheer; she would sing if she could. Tangled web of high ratings money flows in an upward motion...there is no downward trickle in her neighborhood. A few blocks tourists know a magical place to …
The wind blows across the harbor And I'm aware the feel isn't the same No east coast bend or sudden slap Across the face gusts or galePacific Ocean has an opposite vibration It rattles to the bone; shakes the docks it doesn't rollAnd a shadow from the past hovers It doesn't dance or shimmy around …
If passion were a color We would be wrapped In-between the awe ofPrimary and shadowThe morning light Peaks through the clouds The canyon has an echo bounce But I can never hear the rain You warn be carefulDon't fall out of the window I laugh and move closer to you The only thing I'm afraid …
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
3rd floor walk up windows with a view Neighborhood in the heights Grand old homes line the avenue Reflective of a time when there was no WiFi A feel of romance dances about with an undeniable allure A subtle buzz fills every room energy, passion, love You tell me stories; your youth, what it was …
I sleep wrapped in a cloak of ambivalence; yet hopeful and dreams feel more like wakeful moments that play out in the dark of night eyes closed vibrant visuals engaging all of my senses they are heightened floating in a safety zone a place that appears surreal I can feel his heartbeat against the palm …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
We walk the streets; A new city under our feet A sense of awe, this is our home - deep breath sigh... With child-like delight We capture neighborhood images You hold my hand, eyes wide, face-masks on We now know what we didn't Welcoming our new surroundings; Back yard Lady Liberty, NYC skyline Mind …
Trilby Yates 