September - 2018

The Weather Diaries - 4. Rocket Silver Symphony

The Weather Diaries - 4. Rocket Silver Symphony

Sun is up and the day goes right for me I'm moving up in a way that's rightfully Ringing out yeah, your day calls out to me I'm moving up, can't contain the light I see All around me the air sings infinity Chin is up and the scene is on to me Coffee cup and I'm sailing out to sea I'm moving up in a way that seems to be This is not a sob story. It's record keeping, I guess. Enough people had said, “You're a writer, why not write about it?” In most ways, I'd set out to

The Weather Diaries - 3. Impermanence

The Weather Diaries - 3. Impermanence

***Please be advised that the following post may contain descriptions of self-harm that may upset certain readers.*** On my ferry ride home, I’m lulled into sleepiness by the boat’s rocking over choppy waves. Thoughtlessly, I’ve smeared ink down the page of my book. A blurry line of indigo that extended from an underline I’d marked off in the first several pages of Beauvoir’s Ethics of Ambiguity. “It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our life,” the wobbly unde

The Weather Diaries - 2. The Diary

The Weather Diaries - 2. The Diary

So it rained that day The day I gave it all away And I never thought it would When the morning looked so good Tickets were booked for California, I explained to my mother over the phone. I was calm. "But you two looked so good together," my mother sighed over the phone. "You agreed on so many things." I wasn't sure where to pick up from there. What made a difference, on the larger scale of things if we looked good with each other? Were we good for each other? Ultimat

Weather Diaries - 1. Home is a Feeling

Weather Diaries - 1. Home is a Feeling

Things I will miss about New York when I leave: 1. Subway rats - these fuckers can thrive in one of the most inhospitable habitats on Earth. 2. My friends - crazy people who hold faith in me. I still don’t know why. 3. Dawn on the harbor - few grimier, lovelier sights on earth. 4. Frankness - A New Yorker tells you to your face that you look like shit or that you’re in the way. Take it as a compliment. It means they care. And not in that order. * Home is a feeling, warm li

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