NYC Trash Stories
@nyctrashstories.bsky.social
Broken chairs. Tattered suitcases. The stories of New Yorkers.
Thoughts, essays, and poems about the trash New Yorkers leave in the wake of their lives.
Website: https://nyctrashstories.com/
Thoughts, essays, and poems about the trash New Yorkers leave in the wake of their lives.
Website: https://nyctrashstories.com/
ROUGH NIGHT OUT
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
#TrashTales #FoundObjects #DiscardedBeauty #UrbanDecay #StreetFinds #CityTrash #TrashStories #LostAndFound #NYCTrashStories
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
#TrashTales #FoundObjects #DiscardedBeauty #UrbanDecay #StreetFinds #CityTrash #TrashStories #LostAndFound #NYCTrashStories
October 11, 2025 at 4:14 PM
ROUGH NIGHT OUT
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
#TrashTales #FoundObjects #DiscardedBeauty #UrbanDecay #StreetFinds #CityTrash #TrashStories #LostAndFound #NYCTrashStories
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
#TrashTales #FoundObjects #DiscardedBeauty #UrbanDecay #StreetFinds #CityTrash #TrashStories #LostAndFound #NYCTrashStories
SPHINX ABOUT IT
NYC is full of Greek mythology, you just have to look for it.
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#newyorkcity #nyctrashstories #nycart #nycphotography
NYC is full of Greek mythology, you just have to look for it.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/sphinx-about...
#newyorkcity #nyctrashstories #nycart #nycphotography
September 28, 2025 at 9:25 PM
SPHINX ABOUT IT
NYC is full of Greek mythology, you just have to look for it.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/sphinx-about...
#newyorkcity #nyctrashstories #nycart #nycphotography
NYC is full of Greek mythology, you just have to look for it.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/sphinx-about...
#newyorkcity #nyctrashstories #nycart #nycphotography
SO TRUE
"Sometimes the trash we encounter on the streets of New York City has its own message, and any sort of commentary or artful exploration meaning for isn’t necessary. This was one of those times."
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/so-true/
#nyctrashstories #lovestory #art #nycart #nyclife
"Sometimes the trash we encounter on the streets of New York City has its own message, and any sort of commentary or artful exploration meaning for isn’t necessary. This was one of those times."
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/so-true/
#nyctrashstories #lovestory #art #nycart #nyclife
September 26, 2025 at 3:57 PM
SO TRUE
"Sometimes the trash we encounter on the streets of New York City has its own message, and any sort of commentary or artful exploration meaning for isn’t necessary. This was one of those times."
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/so-true/
#nyctrashstories #lovestory #art #nycart #nyclife
"Sometimes the trash we encounter on the streets of New York City has its own message, and any sort of commentary or artful exploration meaning for isn’t necessary. This was one of those times."
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/so-true/
#nyctrashstories #lovestory #art #nycart #nyclife
SCREEN TIME
You stared at me for hours,
As I fed you information.
You clicked and cursed at me,
While making your creations.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/screen-time/
#newyorkcity #newyorkcityphotography #nyctrashstories #nycpoetry #nycart #nyclife #nycphotography #hellskitchennyc #10THAvenue
You stared at me for hours,
As I fed you information.
You clicked and cursed at me,
While making your creations.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/screen-time/
#newyorkcity #newyorkcityphotography #nyctrashstories #nycpoetry #nycart #nyclife #nycphotography #hellskitchennyc #10THAvenue
September 18, 2025 at 7:35 PM
SCREEN TIME
You stared at me for hours,
As I fed you information.
You clicked and cursed at me,
While making your creations.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/screen-time/
#newyorkcity #newyorkcityphotography #nyctrashstories #nycpoetry #nycart #nyclife #nycphotography #hellskitchennyc #10THAvenue
You stared at me for hours,
As I fed you information.
You clicked and cursed at me,
While making your creations.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/screen-time/
#newyorkcity #newyorkcityphotography #nyctrashstories #nycpoetry #nycart #nyclife #nycphotography #hellskitchennyc #10THAvenue
MIND CONTROL
You told me how to cut my hair,
And talked over what I had to say.
Mind control begins when you sit down,
And trust the process to be okay.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/mind-control/
You told me how to cut my hair,
And talked over what I had to say.
Mind control begins when you sit down,
And trust the process to be okay.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/mind-control/
September 5, 2025 at 7:04 PM
MIND CONTROL
You told me how to cut my hair,
And talked over what I had to say.
Mind control begins when you sit down,
And trust the process to be okay.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/mind-control/
You told me how to cut my hair,
And talked over what I had to say.
Mind control begins when you sit down,
And trust the process to be okay.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/mind-control/
BROKEN BY IRONY
The orange cones are for protection,
Showing passersby the holy direction.
But here I am inverted and splayed,
In dire need of that reflective aid.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/broken-by-ir...
The orange cones are for protection,
Showing passersby the holy direction.
But here I am inverted and splayed,
In dire need of that reflective aid.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/broken-by-ir...
September 3, 2025 at 11:46 PM
BROKEN BY IRONY
The orange cones are for protection,
Showing passersby the holy direction.
But here I am inverted and splayed,
In dire need of that reflective aid.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/broken-by-ir...
The orange cones are for protection,
Showing passersby the holy direction.
But here I am inverted and splayed,
In dire need of that reflective aid.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/broken-by-ir...
COMING CLEAN
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
August 18, 2025 at 5:33 PM
COMING CLEAN
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
CIRCLES and WOOD
What looks like a straight line,
Can bend without notice.
Until the path forward,
Betrays what fate showed us.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/circles-and-...
What looks like a straight line,
Can bend without notice.
Until the path forward,
Betrays what fate showed us.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/circles-and-...
August 16, 2025 at 4:49 PM
CIRCLES and WOOD
What looks like a straight line,
Can bend without notice.
Until the path forward,
Betrays what fate showed us.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/circles-and-...
What looks like a straight line,
Can bend without notice.
Until the path forward,
Betrays what fate showed us.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/circles-and-...
FRAMED
Life was a broken wall
Of random graffiti,
Until you came
With your frame...
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/framed/
Life was a broken wall
Of random graffiti,
Until you came
With your frame...
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/framed/
August 10, 2025 at 10:45 PM
FRAMED
Life was a broken wall
Of random graffiti,
Until you came
With your frame...
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/framed/
Life was a broken wall
Of random graffiti,
Until you came
With your frame...
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/framed/
ROUGH NIGHT OUT
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
August 8, 2025 at 6:36 PM
ROUGH NIGHT OUT
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
THE LAST STRAW
I was patient.
I was kind.
I was loyal.
I was present.
I was there…
Now I’m gone…
The last straw.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/the-last-str...
I was patient.
I was kind.
I was loyal.
I was present.
I was there…
Now I’m gone…
The last straw.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/the-last-str...
August 2, 2025 at 7:59 PM
THE LAST STRAW
I was patient.
I was kind.
I was loyal.
I was present.
I was there…
Now I’m gone…
The last straw.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/the-last-str...
I was patient.
I was kind.
I was loyal.
I was present.
I was there…
Now I’m gone…
The last straw.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/the-last-str...
BEFORE THE RAIN RETURNS
Reflections live in the puddle of my mind,
Remembering the taxi that left me behind.
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Reflections live in the puddle of my mind,
Remembering the taxi that left me behind.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/before-the-r...
July 29, 2025 at 2:19 AM
BEFORE THE RAIN RETURNS
Reflections live in the puddle of my mind,
Remembering the taxi that left me behind.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/before-the-r...
Reflections live in the puddle of my mind,
Remembering the taxi that left me behind.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/before-the-r...
WASHED YOUR HANDS OF THIS
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
July 21, 2025 at 7:31 PM
WASHED YOUR HANDS OF THIS
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
NINE LIVES
I gave you a home and a place to play,
Knowing we’d have to move some day.
You were my friend through a global disease,
And you kept me sane during my lonely unease.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/nine-lives/
I gave you a home and a place to play,
Knowing we’d have to move some day.
You were my friend through a global disease,
And you kept me sane during my lonely unease.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/nine-lives/
July 17, 2025 at 6:19 PM
NINE LIVES
I gave you a home and a place to play,
Knowing we’d have to move some day.
You were my friend through a global disease,
And you kept me sane during my lonely unease.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/nine-lives/
I gave you a home and a place to play,
Knowing we’d have to move some day.
You were my friend through a global disease,
And you kept me sane during my lonely unease.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/nine-lives/
FLASHBACK:
PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE
The secret to landing on stage at Carnegie Hall is through practice, practice, practice.
However, throughout this past year (and more) countless New Yorkers have had to exercise the discipline of patience...
Read: nyctrashstories.com/practice-pra...
PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE
The secret to landing on stage at Carnegie Hall is through practice, practice, practice.
However, throughout this past year (and more) countless New Yorkers have had to exercise the discipline of patience...
Read: nyctrashstories.com/practice-pra...
June 29, 2025 at 5:23 PM
FLASHBACK:
PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE
The secret to landing on stage at Carnegie Hall is through practice, practice, practice.
However, throughout this past year (and more) countless New Yorkers have had to exercise the discipline of patience...
Read: nyctrashstories.com/practice-pra...
PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE
The secret to landing on stage at Carnegie Hall is through practice, practice, practice.
However, throughout this past year (and more) countless New Yorkers have had to exercise the discipline of patience...
Read: nyctrashstories.com/practice-pra...
OUT OF AIR (PART ONE)
I found you dying in the sunset,
As autumn in the City began.
Another woman took your picture,
And we laughed at your trash can.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/out-of-air-p...
I found you dying in the sunset,
As autumn in the City began.
Another woman took your picture,
And we laughed at your trash can.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/out-of-air-p...
June 27, 2025 at 3:30 PM
OUT OF AIR (PART ONE)
I found you dying in the sunset,
As autumn in the City began.
Another woman took your picture,
And we laughed at your trash can.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/out-of-air-p...
I found you dying in the sunset,
As autumn in the City began.
Another woman took your picture,
And we laughed at your trash can.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/out-of-air-p...
GROWING UP
Everything was gold,
Until it wasn’t.
The shine of my innocence gone,
That currency of trust.
The bright luster of the future,
The dull shadow of now.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/growing-up/
Everything was gold,
Until it wasn’t.
The shine of my innocence gone,
That currency of trust.
The bright luster of the future,
The dull shadow of now.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/growing-up/
June 25, 2025 at 1:47 PM
GROWING UP
Everything was gold,
Until it wasn’t.
The shine of my innocence gone,
That currency of trust.
The bright luster of the future,
The dull shadow of now.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/growing-up/
Everything was gold,
Until it wasn’t.
The shine of my innocence gone,
That currency of trust.
The bright luster of the future,
The dull shadow of now.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/growing-up/
ROUGH NIGHT OUT
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
More: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
More: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
June 19, 2025 at 9:32 PM
ROUGH NIGHT OUT
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
More: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
I escaped the claws of a lion
To be abandoned in the rain,
But I was gloriously free
To start my life again.
More: nyctrashstories.com/rough-night-...
GOODBYE MY CASTLE
Forgotten memories in every room,
Now sidewalk trash under a rising moon.
The imagination needs a place to play,
Until life gets real and there is rent to pay.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-my-c...
Forgotten memories in every room,
Now sidewalk trash under a rising moon.
The imagination needs a place to play,
Until life gets real and there is rent to pay.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-my-c...
June 18, 2025 at 7:33 PM
GOODBYE MY CASTLE
Forgotten memories in every room,
Now sidewalk trash under a rising moon.
The imagination needs a place to play,
Until life gets real and there is rent to pay.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-my-c...
Forgotten memories in every room,
Now sidewalk trash under a rising moon.
The imagination needs a place to play,
Until life gets real and there is rent to pay.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-my-c...
ENOUGH
I gave it my all,
And life hit back.
The colors of my dreams,
Now faded into black.
More: nyctrashstories.com/enough/
I gave it my all,
And life hit back.
The colors of my dreams,
Now faded into black.
More: nyctrashstories.com/enough/
June 17, 2025 at 3:58 PM
ENOUGH
I gave it my all,
And life hit back.
The colors of my dreams,
Now faded into black.
More: nyctrashstories.com/enough/
I gave it my all,
And life hit back.
The colors of my dreams,
Now faded into black.
More: nyctrashstories.com/enough/
MISSED AMERICA
Darts on a board,
Red, white, and blue.
Our aim was off,
But our intentions were true.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/missed-ameri...
Darts on a board,
Red, white, and blue.
Our aim was off,
But our intentions were true.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/missed-ameri...
June 17, 2025 at 3:56 PM
MISSED AMERICA
Darts on a board,
Red, white, and blue.
Our aim was off,
But our intentions were true.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/missed-ameri...
Darts on a board,
Red, white, and blue.
Our aim was off,
But our intentions were true.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/missed-ameri...
GOODBYE THIN MATTRESS
The naked truth
Of who we were
Was never a bed of love
But the darkening street
That brought us together
Heading in the same direction
Now in different taxis
Goodbye thin mattress.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-thin...
The naked truth
Of who we were
Was never a bed of love
But the darkening street
That brought us together
Heading in the same direction
Now in different taxis
Goodbye thin mattress.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-thin...
June 12, 2025 at 9:41 PM
GOODBYE THIN MATTRESS
The naked truth
Of who we were
Was never a bed of love
But the darkening street
That brought us together
Heading in the same direction
Now in different taxis
Goodbye thin mattress.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-thin...
The naked truth
Of who we were
Was never a bed of love
But the darkening street
That brought us together
Heading in the same direction
Now in different taxis
Goodbye thin mattress.
More: nyctrashstories.com/goodbye-thin...
COMING CLEAN
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
June 12, 2025 at 9:40 PM
COMING CLEAN
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
What do people mean,
When they finally come clean?
And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender,
While laundering their souls in a hot air blender?
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/coming-clean/
In honor of the Tony Awards, this discarded sink outside of the popular musical, Wicked.
WASHED YOUR HANDS OF THIS
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
WASHED YOUR HANDS OF THIS
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
June 8, 2025 at 6:51 PM
In honor of the Tony Awards, this discarded sink outside of the popular musical, Wicked.
WASHED YOUR HANDS OF THIS
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
WASHED YOUR HANDS OF THIS
You finally made it to Broadway,
Wearing costumes you made at home.
But everyone knew you were acting,
And now you’re all alone.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/washed-your-...
I SUPPORTED YOU
I held you up and showed you the world
And watched as your life unfurled.
I gave you legs on which you stood
And became the talk of the neighborhood.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/i-supported-...
I held you up and showed you the world
And watched as your life unfurled.
I gave you legs on which you stood
And became the talk of the neighborhood.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/i-supported-...
June 5, 2025 at 5:43 PM
I SUPPORTED YOU
I held you up and showed you the world
And watched as your life unfurled.
I gave you legs on which you stood
And became the talk of the neighborhood.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/i-supported-...
I held you up and showed you the world
And watched as your life unfurled.
I gave you legs on which you stood
And became the talk of the neighborhood.
Read more: nyctrashstories.com/i-supported-...