apparently he never liked those slippers

ripple

yes, i know. it’s alright. i grew into a fish. swimming back and forth in my own juices, my memory slips for seconds. honeyed breath. we’re not together now. it’s alright. my back aches. i didn’t answer the phone last night. is that my own hand grabbing me? this moment will twist into itself. rolling in blankets to keep warm. my face buried deep in the pillow, sweetened by his scent. i release. it’s alright.

drinks with umbrella embellishments know how to party

i like to fancy up my whiskey...

"they found deep frozen human flesh, skeleton parts, and video recordings at the scene."

shot from the play "erase" - waiting for more... (thank you craig!)

ssshhhh...she's sleeping....

solarize

water

i'm drinking and it sounds like coffee but feels like smoke. this woman is whispering caramel in my ear, but i think she just wants it from me. i'm trying to stand up. the wood feels smooth on my toes. are you listening or watching? both.

fish truck fire

fire in the afternoon. illegally started, i wonder? hmm.. the deliveries of fish have long since passed. i think it was 2 years ago? i suppose soon the lot will have another lovely williamsburg highrise.

e r a s e

really, i'm just a terribly sad, sad, bored, hippie goth girl

the last moths...

there are still a few moths moving around in slow motion in my apartment. they're very easy to catch. one thing i don't understand is their affection for floating in pools of liquid. don't they know they can't swim? more than once i've found one in a pool of water in a bowl in my kitchen sink. it looks like it's dead, but you move the bowl or touch it, it moves. then i of course pour the contents out and down the drain, moth with it. this afternoon, one had landed in my cold cup of tea. i didn't see it since it matched the color of my milky tea. but then i pulled out the tea bag with my fingers and voila! delicious moth!

monsters i have known

burnt and flying

reckon

tonight i’m walking backwards
when dirt dusts my steps

maybe i fell through a trap door

and time became questions
that trail me

up at byrdcliffe

this was where i stayed while in woodstock. it's an artist's colony - the housing was built in 1902. they close it up after the film festival; there's no heating system set up...bbbrr. i would have liked to stay there longer and kept quiet in the mountains.

woodstock

i spent the weekend in woodstock - my short film "honored" screened there. i wrote a bit about my experiences in the filmmaker magazine blog...there's more to be said, but for now, pictures...

which is stonger?

stomach??
backbone???
heart????
what weighs more/
i'
"m

sure

there is
a scientific answer

but that is not what i am asking

and i was being so blasé...

this morning i decided to really investigate the cabinets. they've been unattended for the whole summer and well...lookee what i found!!!! a whole bloody town inside a cream of rye cereal container left from this winter! i feel slightly nauseous and every time a wisp of my hair moves on my shoulder i'm freaked something is crawling on me. these are merely caffeine hallucinations, but aagggggghh!

they live!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok..preparing dinner for the first time in months. i had sesame seeds in a spice container. thought perhaps i would season my greens and tofu and.. !!!!!!!!! jeezus !!!!!!!!! container has since been disposed in trash.....

death to the pantry moth!

i haven't laid pheromone traps or anything, they're just dying on my stove. good riddance. i don't understand how they suddenly manifest in a sealed bag of rice or nuts. i have to seal all my food in plastic containers, i don't even eat it. it's more like a dollhouse display in my cabinets, awaiting proper placement. there are still a couple moths flying around though...and a worm on my ceiling. anyone have a match?

we're passing . . .

summer again

i'm not so sure anymore

damage control

think//less//care//more

insects appear to rule

sometimes...

minimal on a boat

drinking thinking sinking floating emoting gloating why dry high
my my

elsewhere

always looking upwards, at the sky, the edge of buildings, lights on the subway. don't really know why. just been a habit for months now. stop walking and look up. maybe there's an answer, maybe my neck just hurts.

coney!

andy's birthday was a scream !!!
too bad i got accosted for taking kids photos. do i look like a pornographer? people are too paranoid.

Le soleil est près de moi

taking the g train to greenpoint. ipod dutifully on. this kid gets on somewhere after the myrtle stop. he's a white boy, kind of looks polish, and is in full homeboy sweatpants gear. grey sleeveless hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled over his head; black sweatpants that have "broadway dance center" printed down the right leg, left leg pulled up to his knee revealing dirt on his shin, high top nikes. he's got his ipod on too and is listening to music to his hip hop routine. he starts working out the moves: arms up & down, jerk to the side and quickly folded; knees up and back. rolling his eyes, twisting, trying to remember the moves, then twist & up again. and i'm watching him, listening to air...and somehow his moves, strangely disoriented, worked. didn't. yet..they did.

i was on a houseboat on east 55th

ok, it wasn't really a houseboat, it was an apartment, but if you've been on a boat before you would totally agree with me...