Berkeley College

Welcome to Downtown Brooklyn: A Veteran Adjusts to the College Life

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Imagine being given a rifle, some ammunition, and a bag with your belongings, and treating each day as if it may be your last. In direct contrast to what many have done through the years, I volunteered to fight in a war because I was running away from college. I figure maybe I’d have an adventure and I wouldn’t have to study as much; man, was I wrong, a thousand times over. From the moment I set foot in the fleet of the United States Marine Corps  I was tested at each turn. From knowing how to use certain weapons and knowing when might be the perfect moment to flank an enemy position, or withdraw in hasty retreat.

Poetry

A Winter Morning in the City

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Hot Coffee—in one hand—my face in the other; shit it’s another Monday (Motherfucker!). Warm Winter-day: too hot for a jacket, too cold for my hoodie. Mild Annoyance. Cool-head, cool-head, time to go to work! Cold Commuters, (fuck you), grunting and screaming, (I got shit to do too)!

Features

Brookvale Park: A Sanctuary in Our City

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Brookville Park is treasure hidden in plain sight; concealed behind the thick gray smog of car exhaust, the bright neon colors of traffic lights, and the many nearby urban attractions such as little corner bodegas and outlet shopping stores, this piece of paradise is all but unknown to the average New Yorker.

Visions of New York

Picnicking in Paradise’s Garden

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Throughout the years I have picnicked in numerous parks in New York City. None of them can match the sumptuousness of Kissena Park in Flushing, Queens, which is compiled of pieces of former tree nurseries that existed on the space in the latter half of the 1800s. Last fall, I treated myself to a picnic in the 103 year-old park on its soft bed of grass tucked neatly under the watchful eyes of its antediluvian trees.