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Freedom is the Smell of the Rain

Freedom is the Smell of the Rain

A Poem by mkogrodnik


26 years oldthe girl walksthe 10 blocks homein the rain26 years oldand she hates her jobbut now she can restso why complain26 years oldand NYC is havi..
Eidolon

Eidolon

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Everything is normalso not much to sing or say. No summer thunderstorm,the snow was magical only for an hour.Old menaren’t removing women’..
big city

big city

A Poem by TheOfficialDovey


About This Poem TheOfficialDovey reflects on growing up and navigating New York City’s rhythm through the motion of transit.

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