The long awaited next installment of the NYC adventure |
Lesson 6. It Only Hurts for a Minute
Sharpening the Edges
New York City sharpens the edges. All of the edges. Like the stark relief of the city skyline cut from the steely gray backdrop of ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 11:15:00 GMT |
Not for the Faint of Heart |
Lesson 5. Plan Your Poops and Pees
You know, it's weird. But ever since South Dakota the perfectly commonplace excretion of bodily wastes has become one of the central focuses of my...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:44:00 GMT |
The Importance of Knowing What is Important |
Lesson 4. If You See an Opening, Take It
It's our 3rd full day in the City that Never Sleeps. The laws that apply in the rest of the universe have ceased to have any meaning here. On...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 02:37:00 GMT |
The Biggest Fucking Anthill I have Ever Seen |
Lesson 3. Everything You Learned so far is Now Obsolete
It's fucking huge. New York City is fucking huge. Just remember to keep breathing and don't show fear. They can sense th...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:44:00 GMT |
Country Mouse, City Mouse |
Lesson 2. Death can be Your Friend
I know. There it is again. Death. I write about it a lot. One could even say it is a bit of a recurring theme in my creative expressi...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
The Price of a Pee |
Lesson 1. Traveler's checksWhite Lake South Dakota. Who cares where it is? I certainly don't. I didn't even know it existed until today. It was no more to me than a small bit of black ink on my Ra...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 18:01:00 GMT |
The Naked City |
How can something only 27 hours away feel like it's on the other side of the universe? I look at my husband and I ask him, "Why didn't we just get a house with a white picket fence and some fuck...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 13:15:00 GMT |
Kissing Boys |
Kissing Boys
My first kiss was up against a brick wall in the middle of the night. His name was Kenny. Half Mexican, half Native American and two years older than me, he was the loc...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 10:18:00 GMT |
Thank You for the Flowers, A love poem |
Thank You for the Flowers
Thank you for the flowers
Paying your respects
To the dead bodies
Of my poetry
The carcasses of my former lovers
And me
Thank you for the flowers
The opening of your ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:07:00 GMT |
