The Moya View

Tag: listening-to-the-city’s-ghost

  • Listening to the City’s Ghosts

    Listening to the City’s Ghosts

    In the blur of rain on the windshield,in the moment it takes the blades to wipe forward and back, he walks into view, across your horizon,hoodie turned up, face down,looking no where but down, hands in pocket— headlight spectersgiving him a transparency that forces you to a dead stop. In that moment from left to…