I listened to his breath as I felt our hands touching side by side both gripping the handle bar that I was also sitting on. I watched the cement blur underneath my black vans as my feet dangled along the sides of the spinning front wheel. We swayed gently as he pedaled up the steep side of the bridge amid the noise from the speeding subway and the passing cars. As we reached the top the city appeared full view and illuminated from the sun reflecting off the building windows and the water below. We began to cruise and I felt the brim of his cap bump me before he kissed my back. Life in this moment is perfect I thought, and so it was. by anna
1st ave The subway slithers by me like a serpent. As it slows down, I reach out and let its metallic scales slide across my hand. It eventually stops, the doors open before me and the uncomfortable interior lighting hits my pupils. I enter and settle onto the gray, plastic seating. White headphones dangle from most ears of my fellow passengers. I find it amusing to watch the many expressions of those lost in ipod world with their upbeat tempos and halfhearted smiles. I always wonder what they are listening to. I look around and bump eye contact from person to person. I look at people's shoes and their hairstyles and try to guess where they are going and from whence they came. The friendly MTA voice recording interrupts my thoughts and announces my stop. I make my way through the crowd towards the exit where I continue my jaunt into the abyss. by anna brenzinger
poetic minds immerse into the depth of a city my omnipresent love you've taught me all the rules ashamed i shy away from your trenchant eyes by anna brenzinger
"Music isn't just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction. It's a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it's joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief."