The Boston Pops at Radio City Music Hall |
Standing in the spectacular lobby of the Radio City Music Hall yesterday evening, one might have had to blur and un-blur their bifocals in order to believe that they were not attending a living exhibi... Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 13:00:00 GMT |
Liza on Coney Island |
I've never been to one of those free concerts on Coney Island and I'd never seen Liza live. So, I hopped on the Q Train and off I went with my best friend for our gay birthright.
T... Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
Outstretched |
A skeleton from your past walks up to you on the street with outstretched metatarsals. He is an old friend you hadn't seen since before time had stopped. To shake his hand proves to be an ... Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 09:48:00 GMT |
1949 |
Last night, I slept with my arm draped over my head, my palm facing up and my flesh exposed. I aimed to look like a sublime illustration that accompanied a once-upon-a-time-tale. I had, af... Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 10:29:00 GMT |
Sandy Intuition |
Never trust a man that tells you that you're beautiful as if you'd never been told before. Especially when he looks just beyond your eyes and says it real big like some sort of declaration to bu... Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:18:00 GMT |
Victim |
My senior year: I write a piece of performance art that serves as evidence in the trial that convicts a man on seven counts of sexual assault. Title: The Power of Theatre. He and his mother sit ... Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:21:00 GMT |
Artist |
Andrew Warhola was born in 1928 in Pittsburgh, but was living in New York City by the age of 18. Andy set up a work space known as "The Factory" where he and his groupies made significant contribution... Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:47:00 GMT |
Keys. |
Crack the lid of the piano so that I can feel your sound bleed through me. Play fortissimo to show you care. My racing pulse can be your metronome as you let your song sing for me the thin... Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 11:18:00 GMT |
Breakfast of Champions |
I woke up Sunday morning thinking about my family. I thought of the breakfast they were undoubtedly eating in Baltimore, all gathered around their kitchen table. Opting out of conversation... Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:50:00 GMT |
Questions |
1. What door do you wish you never opened?_When my Grandfather was a young boy in France, some snarling soldiers interrupted lunch by pounding on his door. As my family was led into the street, my Gr... Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 14:35:00 GMT |