“Nobody in this nation feels safe, and I’m still a reason why. / Every day, something gets thrown away on account of long / History or hair or fingernails or, yes, of course, my fangs.” This test subject, Darien High School senior Alex Kostrzewski, roamed the halls of the school as a mobile poem bomb.

“They go on for hours” I posted this poem at the Darien train station because I had the idea of an individual riding a train from a point A to a far away destination of point Z.

“Does a road / run its whole length / at once?” Posted in my favorite of the the DHS stairwells.