CAMPING PARTY TOMORROW at a rock quarry in the Dirty-Jerz.

I remember moments at obscure family parties where I saw endless dust particles floating in a black space. A bright white light reflects those frail, twisted bodies entering and vanishing from my small exacting perspective. "Weird, I breathe that in and don't even know it." I'm back at the party suddenly, one of my big-haired-bleached-blonde ( Read more... )

You know when you meet somebody from another country and you know some other random person from the same country and you say "Oh you're from England? I know someone in Manchester. Do you know "(such and such person)?" And of course he/she won't cuz it's one person in an entire country. I asked Greer's friend Sophie this same question after she ( Read more... )

I bit into a scrambled egg sandwich on toast and thought about taste, temperature, and texture. "it would be strange for someone to taste this sandwich for the first time, right now".
I thought about the word language and how it has, since my childhood, made me think of scrambled eggs made with American Cheese. It is the guage in language that ( Read more... )

I'm still sure, even after these jaded years here, that a slice of the white on black night, and a bite of the cookie moon are the most delicious dessert available to us ( Read more... )

I was thinking about God today in a park, sitting at a table shaded by a weeping beech tree. The sun's bright orange peaked through the trees to the west. When the light sat ontop of the Western Ave. brownstones I met Reggie. Reggie is a dark black man. His lanky frame bore faded jeans, gray Timberland boats, a purple tee shirt under an open ( Read more... )

I got a part in the Playwriter's Festival. A poorly written re-write of "the Masque of the Red Death" by Poe. Brian is the playwright, he yells out "BITCH!" a lot. I'm gonna read for Drago. I was happy to get it. It's being performed next Wednesday ( Read more... )

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I'm walking back from a horrible breakfast I got up a couple hours early just to eat. What was in that fruit cup? A fucking hard piece of pineapple that I had to knaw on. Babb's Bistro doesn't sound appetising. Yet I was drawn to the overpriced food. The juice that squirt from that pineapple was like the flouride in the dentist office except ( Read more... )

I walked down 125th Street with my mom and dad. The main drag in Harlem is unlike any place I've been. It's a city of black people. My camera bounced against my bulky blue hoody as we strode downhill. The gaze of the camera passively watched the ivy buildings of Columbia University fade into enormous housing projects with small yellow jungle ( Read more... )