Well hello Mr. Festival! It’s good to have you playing in my back yard again. I am happy that the grass looks all green. I am happy that the weather… Read more…
Walking down the stairs of my place, I squint at the evening sun crawling through twisting oak trees and I am greeted by the warm Sunday summer air mashed against… Read more…
As you stand at Avenue G at Greenpoint the buckle of train tracks come to a Manhattan rattle, a squeal, and an exhausted tired hiss, doors crack pop open and… Read more…
Like walking across the cold night tile floor, feeling the crease between tiles smooth over the ridge of your foot, inching your big toe carefully forward, careful to guide you… Read more…
In the middle of that exhausted sweaty arched summer brow, the work of the summer day rolls past the squint of your twinkling summer eye, and balances on it’s toes… Read more…