There’s a photo I love to shareI’m flying over the Hudsonin a tiny planesporting giant headphonesa blonde side braidJohn Lennon shadesa toothless grin. Out of framemy pilot friend observeswhat he perceives as peace. Later that dayafter we landin a Jersey fieldorder...
I like to tell peopleI kissed a wall in Ibizakayaked the Mediterraneangot stung by a jellyfishgot super tanate paellavisited beacheswhere gorgeous womensunbathed toplessseemingly without fear. I like to tell themI wore tiny shortsand belly shirtsand bikinisthe whole...
“Everybody’s Records” by Koocheekoo is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0 I drank iced lattes outside Everybody’s Recordsin the first muggy Cincinnati summer that I pretendedto like coffee. Thought it made me older. Boughtthe Black Keys vinyl with the fried...
It was the before-times,as we like to say.Before the return of the drought.Before losspiled on lossafter loss. The late afternoon shone goldenthrough my dusty windshield.My teeth vibratedwith the boomof someone else’s musicas I waited for the lightto change. And then ...
“Ivan Albright’s ‘Into the World there Came a Soul Called Ida,’ Art Institute Chicago by jennifer yin is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0 (Ivan Albright, 1929-30) It is strange becoming your mother watching the pills line upstalwart soldiers...
Photo by Tang Yan Song / Shutterstock.com I imagine you back at home, keepingthe iPad tucked by your side, waitingfor the flip to green to show that I’m online. Even thoughI should be sleeping and I know you’ve done the time change calculation and imagined a clock...
