I’ve been seeing these poems hand-written on pieces of cardboard all up and down Astoria for a few months now. As far as I know the identity of the individual posting these poems remains a mystery. However: I have a hunch about who is doing this. If my instincts are correct I will never tell. The first one, from today, might be my favorite yet. “My head remains an empty, uncleaned microwave”…
Astoria Homeless Poet
Astoria Homeless Poet
Astoria Homeless Poet
Astoria Homeless Poet
Astoria Homeless Poet
