1. spent cigarette butts spot the gutters, sponging up two-day old snow melt. he waits on foot, in boots with one terrible, long story. he has been granted with the most beautiful blue eyes placed into a human skull; so much pleasant light. to stare at those eyes for too long is painful, but to not look at all is devastating. a train whistle breaks the clouds. a cop gooses it through closing railroad gates, unaffected by laws we never made. the snow begins to fall once again.

     

    words and photos by Jay Halsey

     

     
  2. the unwavering buzz of the streets can silence a man’s heart. half-spent storms point down the wrong avenues, as a dim moon hangs unnoticed and drowning in fluorescent tides. all the buses are parked, and the air weighs heavy of routine defeat. nothing new is lost. nothing new is gained. 

    words and photos by jay halsey