Washington Square Park
Last Spring I walked through Washington Square Park and the benches had almost reached full capacity. I pass by the saxophone player at the base of the statue, pink blossoming around him, intercepted with fresh light green buds, The guy walking around with a free…
Liquid Children, Souls Of Sweetness
I The day ends with a playground not for children but for the occasional growing up. No, I would not send your child there. Two wired slides with no bottom or railing to rely on. Ropes unstable and high, your child would fall off. But…
Sangeetha Mahadevan reading Thirangie Jayatilake’s Broken Waves
I slip the lens cap into my jean pocket and fumble with the lens, zooming in and out, trying to frame the picture. I hate when I can’t capture the scene properly because people are blocking it from my view. Now this is different, there…