Emily Ellet

Giddy shrieks drift through my window On a musty river of moonlit air Its damp nostalgia recalling Capture the Flag at midnight On the...

Eighth Avenue at midnight is a murky sea of smoke and rouge, on which the battered hulls and tattered sails of the impoverished struggle...

the dark, navy Hudson sparkles beneath a gold and rosy skyline, the orange sun bouncing off, a swathe of trees, deep green, separating...