So long

So long poise so long temperament. We’ll miss it- cogent conversation,  even a structured sentence. So long honesty? So long Marianne So long Michelle Hello Melania. good morning orange-faced Baboon, tapping your fingers in the face of a serious room The digits tremble, the stocks tumble, images crumble- Once the impenetrable fortress of success,  glamorous history of dreams fulfilled for any with the wish – … Continue reading So long

Feelin’ It: on Bernie, NYC, and turning 30

Two girls asked me, and proceeded to give me the designated phone with the camera set to selfie mode. I went to take a picture, the blonde saying and laughing, “I guess you can take a picture of yourself.” To which in my indignation I replied, “I’m sorry, I thought I was taking a picture of you, with my sign.”

Millennial psychology is pretty twisted, sometimes. Continue reading Feelin’ It: on Bernie, NYC, and turning 30

The Other Corner Part Two

It’s tough not to have preconceptions. “In New York, this. In New York, that.” Regardless of the subject, (be it bagels or fashion), the statement was often a profession of what was the best, or which was the smartest/most efficient way to do something.  I used to find that formulaic phrase very annoying.  While its annoyance has not completely evaporated for me, I realize my reaction was about … Continue reading The Other Corner Part Two

the other corner

The streets are streets, and the grocery stores have Smart Water, but it is deeply unfamiliar.  I think I experience the ebb more like a thrust, a rubber band slingshot to New York, not being able to see the return trajectory of the rubber band back towards LA.  I land, and I jump into a furiously flowing current, routines and jobs at full speed.  My overarching feeling in preparation … Continue reading the other corner

I came to mourn the laughter

Here at Robin Williams’s star, it felt like trying to see the Mona Lisa.  It was packed like sardines with tourist families and fans, all reaching above heads to try and snap a photo of the vigil. Reporters were next to me prepping for their segments with their crews, some interviewing asking people “Why have you come to Robin Williams’s star today?”  I came to … Continue reading I came to mourn the laughter

thin (poem)

the delicacy of the ego spread thin on a water cracker, served with cocktails of fresh cane juice and uncommon bottles of bitters. the cracker’s crunch a percussive counterpoint to the dulcet baritone professions of passion, pieces and bits of the cracker fallen to the floor, soaked in a bit of oil from the ego paste, now to be incorporated into the hardwood via leather … Continue reading thin (poem)

First 4AM : Self-portrait

Began the night doing a backbend on a barstool, spinning and laughing hysterically like I was on a roller coaster. The photo finish: tall and in black lace, smirk unavoidable. Old friends, new friends, and strangers dancing all together. Wishing much bravery, creativity, and love to us all in the coming year. Fee Continue reading First 4AM : Self-portrait

Beauty & Difficulty of One Day at a Time

On my lunch break of a ham baguette sandwich, I hear familiar sounds coming from across the street.  On the stage in the corner farthest away from inside the cafe, there is a peekaboo space between pieces of bamboo in the thicket fence.  It’s the familiar sound coming from the Montessori preschool across the street at 3PM on a weekday. But first, the stern tone … Continue reading Beauty & Difficulty of One Day at a Time