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Off the coast of the Bronx
at the western end of Long Island
before ships landed: the home of the Siwanoy tribe
once the training ground of the 31st U.S Colored Infantry Regiment
according to records, a prisoner of war camp in 1864
later referred to as  "Potter's Field" or "City Cemetery"
then a quarantine station for yellow fever patients
as well as a women's psychiatric hospital & a tubercularium
on the west side of the islands
between an empty 4-acre space lived Solomon Riley's vision of black coney island during Jim Crow  
after the stay and departure of Pheonix house
Hart Island
now is the final resting ground for New York City's covid-19 victims
whose family could not or did not hire a private funeral director and so they were labeled "unclaimed"
Tragically, over 150,000 people have lost their lives and continue losing them.
I saw a picture of a mass grave and traced its location to New York City's Hart Island.  
I wanted to research what victims of Covid-19 were being buried at Hart Island in New York City's mass graves. I also wanted to explore the location's history in tandem.
Overall, it just breaks my heart that federal negligence has contributed to the loss of life. A first world nation with one of its wealthiest cities burying bodies in a mass grave; this is the state of the United States of America. I wish it weren't so.
Denise Uy May 2019
Your heat and mine, in the spaces between our palms and fingers,
in the closeness of our tangled legs on the cold floor,
in the wholeness I feel after a long embrace,
in the light striking your brown eyes,
in the contact of your hand to my face, your thumb stroking my cheek,
and the world melts around us,
beyond the point of your heat and mine.
Jack L Martin Sep 2018
You poked my heart
just enough
to realize
that this is MY heart to break!

and I choose
to
cover it up
with

HARDENED STEEL!
REINFORCED CONCRETE!
DIAMOND PLATE ARMOR!

all wrapped up in a KEVLAR VEST!

with a itty bitty,
teeny tiny,
microscopic,
bullet-proof window

just big enough
for a single
beam of light
to enter

and reflect back
to your eyes
for you to see
the beauty within
Mya Jun 2016
Love is like a rose
It plants a seed
when the rose dies
The seed will give new life a and love
And grow dig a better
And the prosses goes on.....
I was helping a friend with her love life and I just thought of this

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