Wednesday, May 29, 2013


Two brothers on a delayed L train and four teens; three boys and one girl. And two young German kids. The two brothers are talking about finite knowledge “if the world were infinite you wouldn’t know it” One brother is really trying to convince the other of Rumi’s greatness. I smell curry, artificial roses, not like fake but so full of dyes. It would make you sick if to make rose water out of it. Thinking of Arizona on a crowded train. Turkish desserts, creosote desert plants. We went on a short hike and forgot water. L train shuffling hordes to and from Manhattan. Two brothers think that they think well, their optimism is starting to annoy me. I need to love those kind of brothers “you see the foaming surface but not the sea” Oh shut the fu*k up! I’m hungry. The German kids bought bread from a drug store, what kind of bread do you buy at Walgreens?

Thursday, October 11, 2012

And now for something completely different

Home more often. Cleaning more often. Quiet, less anxiety, less skyscrapers. Changing roles is like looking at a mobile from a different angle. Out of the crib. I hate cliches, nothing is more precious now. It's a lot more quiet now, though, and that is a relief.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Notes in cursive

My mother frequently sends me care packages. I don't need them, I'm not in a place where dried goods from trader joes or soft cotton skirts will save me from the brink of homelessness. But there they are, beautiful boxes lined with tissue paper and sticky notes with cursive script "don't put this in the drier, it will shrink" or "you liked these wasabi almonds when you were here" ... And that's why mothers are never done, never an empty nest, never ever will I not need her. I didn't need that but I needed the handwritten note.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


He knows I am super. Or at least my flow is today. I love him, he's super too.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

how it works

"When you lobby for something, what you have to do is put together your coalition, you have to gear up, you have to get your political forces in line, and then you sit there and wait for the fortuitous event. For example, people who were trying to do something about regulation of railroads tried to ride the environment for a while, but that wave didn't wash them in to shore. So they grabbed their surfboards and they tried to ride something else, but that didn't do the job. The Penn Central collapse was the big wave that brought them in. As I see it, people who are trying to advocate change are like surfers waiting for the big wave. You get out there, you have to be ready to go, you have to be ready to paddle. If you're not ready to paddle when the big waves comes along, you're not going to ride it." -an analyst for an interest group so if you want change, be ready for some horrible shit to happen, and then seize the day

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Hollywood Boulevard

I see the large purple towel that we inherited from some guest, or that we stole from some guest house lying on the floor in our closet near the hamper. It is there because the other night I used it to wipe away your love. I am reminded of stereotypes. The wife who sparingly has sex, the wife who begrudging does laundry, while scowling. I look up from where I have been squatting, in front of the hamper I see two shoe racks, both racks are mostly empty ... a few pair of sandals, and an old plastic bottle of cheap vodka. I laugh, I laugh because I have seen in there dozens of times, but I have never bothered to throw it out. But today I did, I threw it away ... oh better, I recycled it. There. That makes it all better.

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I eat the spine. And why the hell not? It's a Sunday afternoon and I am having a snack.