Street times

"what is he, like dentally retarded or something?"
-pre-teen girl to her mother, in all earnestness and outrage.

Arm of an Archer

 Any self-respecting Sagittarian would love an archer's arm like this.

Her Royal Majesty

I was excited to se that my interview with Her Royal Majesty magazine was online this week. As I was doing an intense juice fast (my very first and possibly last), I couldn't celebrate. Still though, it was a pleasure, and I didn't even mention to those ex-pats that run the magazine that I am a dual citizen. Maybe if I get big in Paris I will finally have to make use of that second passport burning a hole in my drawer. Hah.


http://www.heroyalmajesty.ca/unnamed-colors-in-the-gloaming/

Apply Yourself, Windham

In my application to be in an upcoming exhibition, under the field "Detailed technical specifications, budget, and plans for installation" I found myself typing "Access to Power." So true.

Welcome To July

It's 97 Degrees in North Brooklyn and
there are chicken feathers on the sidewalk,
but that's nothing new.
There is no shade this time of day,
and I wander to the studio, to the bank, to the grocer.
Almost in a fever, I buy bags and bags of fruit for the blender.
I don't want to talk to anyone.

I can hear the neighbor kids playing in their little above-ground pool through the back window,
down the lane of gardens,
and from their glee you'd think it was olympic-sized.
I blend watermelon, sugar, ice and lime and pour it into a cold jar.
I spill some on my shirt.
I sit on the couch and think of you.

For Allison