Baltimore Ave.

That’s it. Baltimore Ave. It was never really a destination, but it was certainly along the way. I used to ride the 34 trolley along the tracks from City Hall, or from 40th Street, all the way down the line to 58th or 60th and Baltimore Ave. every day on my way home. Home was … Continue reading Baltimore Ave.

St. Peter’s

St. Peter’s greeted me twice, and I was blessed both times by the simplicity and the grandeur of such an intricate and intimate place. Such a hush came over the place between times of raucous laughter and rambling tour guides. It was in those times of quiet that I found the true beauty of such … Continue reading St. Peter’s

Blur

I was drunk by noon, just another day in a long line of similarity, trapped in repetitions better left for those with nothing better to do. It wasn’t my fault either, but even I couldn’t make myself believe that convenient lie. It’s poison, the drink I always preferred, that turned my keen gaze into imperfection … Continue reading Blur