The Lives of a Cell by Lewis Thomas 8 min in The Monk’s Room, LES/NYC She’s stood me up so many times. But today is different, I’m older and wiser. Therapy helped me understand so much. I’m not angry any more about things in the past. I’m living in the present. This is going to be the beginning of a new chapter. We’re healing our relationship. It is not her fault. She was grieving when Read more
Ad on top of NYC Yellow Cab 8 min @ Fresco, 2nd Ave Gianni was full of shit. Literally. His last regular movement was on Friday before he travelled to Genoa for his sister’s wedding. The wedding was Saturday and the party was still going strong four days later. The house was just too full for him to have his morning voidance in peace. But he was getting worried, he knew people got sick from Read more
Elle Decor November 2012 11.27.12 8 min in bed on the Lower East Side, NYC The goddamn shower upstairs is going again. Bill hasn’t seen the neighbors yet but he hates their grooming habits. The hot water pipes sing in an ear-bleeding pitch and they take two long showers a day! The first at 6:30 am, and another one anytime after 11pm. How dirty does a body get in seven and a half hours? Shari Read more
11.23.12 Decided to drive my Godmother to NYC and help sort the affairs of her deceased sister. We’d hit the road Saturday morn. -the Canadian Tire salesman who installed my windshield wiper gratis -free vegetables from someone else’s farm visit -a run of green lights -having a car sound enough to make two road trips within three months -a comfortable bed when I couch surf -on site washer and dryer -impromptu kisses from a studious Read more
Our Lady of Pain by Elena Forbes 8 min on the F train B stopped and considered her mother. Today was the day she’d been holding her breath for, the other shoe had dropped. There wasn’t a sparkle of recognition in Ma’s gold flecked eyes, just a polite query. “No ma, it’s B,” she repeated slowly and just a little louder than normal. “P isn’t here.” any more, she added silently. Ma had long forgotten Read more
I am grateful my curiosity has not gone this far. And this is the day to give thanks… in America. My first American Thanksgiving involved a vegan feast of epic proportions and the seitan induced bloat lasted the entire four day weekend. That was sixteen years ago and I still have an aversion to wheat masquerading as anything but bread or pastry. But I’m a fan of the holiday’s sentiment. Ah Thanksgiving. So many words Read more
tea menu @ Ezra’s Pound, Dupont 8 min @ the above This is serious. Not life threatening, but my life as I know it is at risk of irreparable change and it will not feel good… Stop it, you understood every word I said and you have to help me. We have to put the sibling shit on a time out… Here’s the thing, it’s a formal dinner. His entire family will be there, yeah Read more
NOW magazine “Fare Game” theatre review 8 min @ Hub coffeehouse The ghost had never ventured to the ‘front of house’. She had always remained in the dressing room and backstage area. Walter knew this meant more than the end of the run. He knew everything about the ghost and the theatre. Fifty seat theatre’s don’t usually have eighteen year lifespans but The Abbey had been going strong in downtown Los Angeles long before the Read more