Sometimes there is nothing more to say.  Sometimes I am the only

one left in the middle of the world of billions of people.  Some-

times I’m Big.  Sometimes I’m really really small, smaller than

the tiniest bug below God’s good earth.  Sometimes there is me and

only me and nobody else, and sometimes it’s where do I go from

here?  Sometimes it’s the same and sometimes it so so different I don’t

recognize my own face.  Sometimes the world is just not here and

sometimes you come strutting back into my mind like you never left.

Cynthia Andrews is a veteran of the New York City poetry circuit, and has read in such venues as The St. Marks Poetry Project, Mid-Manhattan Library, The Nuyorican Poets Café and the Cornelia Street Café; as well as the radio programs, Teachers and Writers in the Morning, WBAI FM and Cable TV. Her work as appeared in Downtown Magazine, The Voice Literary Supplement, Tribes Literary Journal, Longshot, etc.; as well as the anthologies ALOUD: Voices from the Nuyorican Café, In Heat, The Unbearables, Will Fight for Peace, etc. She was one of the first to be included in the Spoken Word library of Poets House for her performance at the Nuyorican Poets Café in 1992. Nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 1995 and 1996, she was also recognized by Downtown Magazine for the Downtown Year of the Poet Award in 1996. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing and resides in New York City.