“So, it’s another day. in this place- close enough to walk to far enough away for not knowing anyone.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“All the images lost to years of being unread- the crack is wide enough now for metaphor and allegory to fall between-” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“Silver-backed mirrors are detours from where green is overgrowing every reflection.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“The papers are read or if nothing else, pissed on, the headlines still remain.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“Things have changed through the decades, Streets filled with ashtrays, and cellphones chirping forty feet from the entrances.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“So, it’s another day. in this place- close enough to walk to far enough away for not knowing anyone.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“Eyes open involuntary Ears have no way to cease their job. Nose neither and hands – well, They have too many choices to make.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“Where is this time to waste? It’s gone, Dry and brittle the minutes broke free from the tree of time.… — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
“Nine and five are meaningless As are banker’s hours and postal holidays.” — Kenyatta García Copy Share Image
