A thin-haired woman, sporting a double-ribbon ponytail: blue and red.
Transit Authority #082
A pair of Soviet women maintain an animated conversation over the course of 40 minutes, seated together.
Transit Authority #081
A midday drunk was not killed after re-upping his brown bag, and a few minutes later a minivan turning right from the left lane was not t-boned by a bus.
Transit Authority #080
A sleeve torn where a backpack is slung.
Transit Authority #079
A young portraitist working surreptitiously in a crowded train car, stealing glances and gesturing.
Transit Authority #078
A desire path with stones between the street and the wrought iron hospital gate.
Transit Authority #077
A man with thinning hair combed neatly back over his crown wears a backpack that is a little unzipped.
Transit Authority #076
A young woman in round glasses and a coral shirt wears an open-fronted salmon jacket and high-waisted blue jeans.
Transit Authority #075
From 34th to 33rd, it was just me and the driver on a Saturday night.
Transit Authority #074
When I get off the bus, I reach out and with a flat palm press directly on the palm icon on the door, and everything goes alright.
Transit Authority #073
A woman ran to catch up with the winter-time bus, and she did finally before the stoplight changed. Once seated she took off her jacket. A little while later she took off her sweater, until she was down to a t-shirt in October. She tied her hair up. She packed her layers one-by-one into a plastic bag, set on the seat next to her.
Transit Authority #072
By night, a woman with a duckling sweater and a man in a floppy felt hat, lovers. In the moment, they switched hats but nothing, not really anything changed at all.
Transit Authority #071
The contour of the road written in the movements of a sleeping man's body.
Transit Authority #070
Eight of us, silent,
In black,
Heading north.
Transit Authority #069
A young boy named Milo that parrots the phrase, "Five-minute countdown!"
Transit Authority #068
MOLOTOV
OPIOID OVERDOSE
DIVISION
Transit Authority #067
pink neon,
sodium orange,
red brakes,
benign cream
Transit Authority #066
A man leaning forward on the seat,
digital watch,
rubbing his face,
scratching his beard,
leaning forward on the seat,
holding the headrest,
digital watch,
cocks his ear,
shrugs his left shoulder,
giggle,
scratches his ear,
leans forward on the seat,
digital watch,
scratches his ear,
scratches his scalp,
scratches his ear,
gets a neighbor,
folds his arms,
scratches his eyebrows,
sniffles,
scratches his sideburn,
hands on the headrest,
digital watch,
nods his head,
pulls the window rope,
rubber band,
burned thumb.
Transit Authority #065
A woman breaks through the silence of a night ride, yelling out "Ashland!' and giving the window-rope a tug. She stands up, makes her way to the back door and as she's passing gives me a look like she was waiting for me to hit the brakes, and I'd better get on with it.
Transit Authority #064
A drunken man silently rehashing conversations with his eyes closed.