BEING IN THE BRONX

I am what I do. I bring what I do and teach what I do to young and old. I am Bomba. Listen with your body to the "sica", "yuba", and...

We performed a tango for the second annual "Abuelito dime tú" multi-senior center festival. But it wasn't performing. Tango is like...

Ah Marino's Italian ice. My favorite is coco but sometimes I like cherry or lemon. The scraping, the squishy paper cups. My tongue scraps...

What I like about taking pictures of cars and traffic is the way they just sit there. Like they're parked in the middle of the road and...

We took pictures, a bunch of us. We posed, we laughed. But how do we see our world? What do we see? A girl walking away from us; looking...

Heights on a hill I walk inside to go to the garden outside inside the building. But today doesn't work. No one in the garden, it's...

The first thing I notice is the windows. But I can't see inside. I am looking through a window and can't see myself. But low, there is a...

The Towers frame my nature. We are ants in a maze of our own making.

This is my great Egyptian Nile. Instead of pyramids, projects. Instead of chariots, cars. Our tome is in our tomb.

University Heights, Morris Heights, I'm in the Heights. The ground is solid beneath me but the winds of change are in the air. Spring is...