Cold Feb night

Cold February night, there’s nothing to do but to sit here by an empty downtown and smell the scent of China and amber. Ambrosia, amnesia. It’s all quiet on the hood ’till one drunk screams to the unknown and the train scathes on by. The chill is colder when there’s a couple walking together without

Her routine

She walked around her new city. The streets were narrow, and the shops were small. The smell was of piss and pastry, coffee, and alcohol. There were high-end stores, and roadside stalls. There were girls in fancy dresses and men who slept on the streets. It was a city of extremities, of highs and lows,

Colors in the city

When the cold weather recedes, the days are bright and the air is flowy and fresh I turn into a majestic peacock dancing for you, dancing to the tune of your love you make me alive, even in my dying days these city walls collapse, and it becomes paradise I can live here, like this,

Rat kids

Tonight, my favorite song is ‘Dont stop believing’ by Journey. In the guitar strings is our experience in this dark of the night. Rainy metro city concrete floors, concrete walls. Dark nights, cloudy days, spans of loneliness that lasts months on end. You’ve become an American boy, more than I’ve ever become an American girl.

You look real good sister

A young woman was walking in the city during her work lunch break. She was well-dressed and had high heels on. Her long hair gently flowed with her, yet she was busy in thought. A man was calmly walking down the street with his hands in his pockets. They crossed paths and he said, “You

My Apartamento: JD Samson shows around her Brooklyn flat

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JD Samson former   member of the feminist punk band Le Tigre, shows director Barbara Anastacio around her Brooklyn flat – Read the feature on NOWNESS. My Apartamento: JD Samson – NOWNESS from NOWNESS on Vimeo.

Lucky from the top

How lucky am I to see the world from this vantage point right now? Birds chasing boats, boats probably chasing fish… Three pigeon friends walking in line and circle dancing once in a while The precise rise and dives of the birds Majestic man made towers Probably fresh scent of pizza, simmering with buzzing downtown lights across

Rapunzel in the City

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Subtle Warmth of the White Cotton Blanket

Raindrops on banana leaves and subtle warmth of the white cotton blanket distant strumming of the whiny guitar rhythmic drumming of my heart; beat like songs from the paddy fields during monsoon. Sunshine and rainbows runway clouds and fantasies taste of fruits so sweet they cause pain and sounds of birds; tweet so loud, they

Loyal love in the slow city

2011/07 Is the love that I have as deep as Radha’s love for Krishna? Is it eternal like time? What is this love? Can you feel this love as you observe a faithful dog follow its master. Such a loyal companion it is, made just for one. Can you sense this love as you watch