The narrow lot has been abandoned by everything but hibiscus flowers, promiscuous against the brick walls and chain-link fence.
With me she doesn't have to put on a pretense that all is well.
Beyond a red door and up a narrow set of stairs I find a new foothold in the world.
Yes, roaches can be found in computer keyboards. (But thankfully not mine!)
Well-meaning and self-important men are sometimes thwarted by poor acoustics.
I get a sense that it's a welcoming society as long as you're a certain sort of person, otherwise you must oblige them by remaining invisible.
During the two hours I spend in a room with stained glass windows, a storm blows over the city.