New York City: Part 1.

NYC.  I slayed it.  It devoured me.  We're even. I arrived in New York on the afternoon of April 30th, spat out into the subway among a throbbing vengeance of a trillion footsteps, smirking New Yorkers trampling me as I lugged 70 lbs of lingerie to the L line. In a residential Brooklyn neighborhood, I... Continue Reading →

Thisbe’s Thoughts on Love

There is no way around those days that are made up mostly of romantic moments in states of stillness, from making it into the bank of memories that ping your aging heart. We really are just muscle and blood, formed out of history’s rubble and backsplash.  Time, incidental, makes the made unmade, and the unmade... Continue Reading →

On the precipice of unknown adventure, like a landmark rising from the horizon at first glimpse to migrants, or pirates, I hold a handmade roadmap of tomorrows’ sunrises.  It may alter as I saunter east, here and there, but the guide is clear.  What began as a vague notion of extended travel east of the... Continue Reading →

First Night.

All the stuff I own is wrapped up tight in a 10x10ft storage unit.  I couldn't stand to put the stuffed wolf that I've anthropomorphized and slept with for the past 2 years in a box, so Partario stands guard.  1:23am.  I can't sleep.  I miss my bed. I'm lying awake on my friend Eliza's*... Continue Reading →

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