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Where Are Nonprofits Going?: Beth H.

By Madeline On June 7, 2014 · Add Comment
Where are nonprofits going?
They want to do good
but stand in their own way
When "evil" companies do
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Been Running Around Town: Anya Z.

By Madeline On June 5, 2014 · Add Comment
Been running around town
looking for my dream
home
hard to do it alone
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The Day of the A: S.B.

By Madeline On May 31, 2014 · Add Comment
I like the A line
cause it's express
and it's outside
and I can breathe
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Recipe For Life: Micah F.

By Madeline On May 28, 2014 · Add Comment
Breathe, Take it slow
Right Left Right left
One step and you will be
on your way
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My Mind is Bright: CJ H.

By Madeline On May 24, 2014 · Add Comment
My mind is bright
but yet confused and dim.
I'm not a beacon of light
that everyone assumes I am.
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Heavy Signs: Felicia M.

By Madeline On May 21, 2014 · Add Comment
Awkward grin.
heavy signs
cold winds
This is not Spring!
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Dancer Buying Fabric: Roger P.

By Madeline On May 19, 2014 · Add Comment
After a long day
I am on the one train
white, tight, to show the
body.
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The Last Ride: Kurt B.

By Madeline On May 16, 2014 · 1 Comment
I have seen the bicycle messenger ride
in and out of traffic in New York City.
I have seen the bicycle messenger
die on his last ride.
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Good Spring Day on the Number One: Kathryn G.

By Madeline On May 13, 2014 · Add Comment
good spring day
on the number
one train
Standing holding
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#7: Claire H.

By Madeline On May 11, 2014 · Add Comment
- 7 of 8
- proud mother of two
- now taking care of
a mother
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