Category: Neighborhood

• December 1, 2021

  Reflection: Me and Poetry

  Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
• August 9, 2020

  Smog’s Breeze

  Smog’s Breeze there’s something painfully alluring about the reflection of a rainbow’s translucent rings coming off the factory lights in the industrial part of town – where I live this is one of a dozen plant sites built out of rumble and slabs of hood concrete the chimney puffs charcoal colored smog as though a…