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Why are bathrooms in New York always cold? In winter, even the bathroom supplies huddle under the sink, and are of no use. Not that big of a problem to those with warm bathrooms and hot towels but just think about it— what’s worse than pulling down your pants bladder about to burst, and that... Continue Reading →
Red Dress Blue Glasses and Cream Sweater All-Black Suit White Hair Red Jacket Blonde Turtle--Light Blue Floofy Black-on-Tan Lavender-Gray over Black White Hair and Beard Black Jacket Converse and Large Cuffs Sparkles on Red Socks Dark Plaid and Coif Suit and Tie, Sharp Red Tie and a Bald Spot Brown Curls and Necklace and a... Continue Reading →
And some leaves are already falling— not red, not orange, not yellow, nor beautiful but coarse, crinkly, and brown— and already the air feels cooler, the breeze crisper or was that just the placebo’s whisper? Yes, this is best: a cosmopolitan on the balcony the leaves of the trees obscuring the sun and your dog at... Continue Reading →
You listen to classical music and to the cars which seem to carry the melodies of Moonlight Sonata right before your very ears. Even the construction workers beat in time. You remember a time that seems not so long ago, the goofy glasses from New Years Eve in year 2000, which seem ancient now along... Continue Reading →
i. Every Thursday afternoon I watch you play the playground. You climb the bars and twist the swings singing pop songs with mostly your own words. ii. Last Thursday, I brought a box of sidewalk chalk and we bent our necks making a blue and orange mandala. You had never known that these were... Continue Reading →
Hark!— The subway trains are toast packed to the brim with some of the most imbecilic trolls. Hands and feet in between the closing doors. Priority seats taken up by twenty-something-year-olds. And countless homeless souls begging greedy pockets for a quarter. We have a courtesy crisis on our hands! And no enforcement to behold. Only... Continue Reading →
Lyrics by Virginia Valenzuela. Music by Bandwriting Collective. All rights reserved. *** Look into the monitor that’s watching you. Find what’s true: it’s everybody waiting to Get their hopes up high, for that moment they’ve been dreaming of. Fortune seems so grand when it’s happening to someone else. Oh my god, all I wish is... Continue Reading →