Leaves fall, a breeze blows. The transition to Autumn is easy this year. One reason for that is this Victorian town: a beauty in fall. I find most solace from the warmth of another; close on those cold days.
It’s a dilemma: wanting to ride a motorcycle to work, but also wanting to wear a sundress because it has finally gone above 65 degrees and I can reasonably have bare legs in that weather (kind of). My solution: leggings under dress. Jacket on top. Helmet smashing my curls, but that’s ok. Dress flying in … Continue reading Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth
When you receive exactly what you needed in the mail. Currently my mood is very "Days" by Philip Larkin: What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest … Continue reading Five Things
Spent too much money At Union Square Green Market to cheer myself up. November 2nd made true with apple cider and a fresh made pie. Nearby a band played. For a second I re-fell in love with New York.
Every Monday night poets gather at 308 Bowery, not in a low-lit, dingy bar that one might expect for New York poets to hang out in, but in a room that has high ceilings, a glittering chandelier, and fancy French rococo-style wallpaper. The décor might seem too extravagant for the starving poets of the lower … Continue reading Art Space Profile: The Bowery Poetry Club