A Winter Dream Sam sat quietly in the back as the subway car traveled over rickety rails, gasping for breath in the chilly February air. Little by little, the subway…
Today I want to share one of my own poems that I think is pretty cool. Inspired by Death Cab for Cutie’s Coney Island and my own trip to Coney…
The subway car emptied little by little at every stop. “Last stop, Coney Island,” echoed in the empty station. No blinking lights. No color. No hearts to spin giddy by…
Ode to Coney Island The subway car empties little by little at each stop. It travels slowly over rickety rails, gasping for breath in the chilly air. “Last stop, Coney…