Tag Archives: Staten Island Ferry
Seen Through Fog
There’s a story behind Staten Island Ferry orange. I can’t tell it but can hear its tone revealed in a soothing voice- over through early morning fog. Routine commuting becomes heightened by the transcendent moments before the marathon begins on the … Continue reading
When She Wears Her Name Inside Out
I see her eyes in the actor’s face. If looks could give birth to laughter, labor would begin in hidden murmurs there. The joy is in riding the Staten Island Ferry come winter or late fall. No one falls in … Continue reading
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