it’s goes by the second city but definitely the first to have ever truly fascinated me. it’s evoked in me a certain feeling that, however familiar, i ironically could not place. as i have put it once: it’s like the face of a stranger that your mind had memorized but never had the chance to … Continue reading she’s a waterfall
nyc (the fifth time around), on official business was surprisingly no less fun. i can’t believe i had been so socially anxious — for more than a month over a three day event — for nothing. maybe, something in this city helped shrink my biggest fear.
“. . . it is just that i feel incapacitated by the thought of you. unfortunately, for all the sad reasons. a few nights ago, i felt a sudden strange relief when it crossed my mind that i would channel these feelings into poetry — but who am i fooling? when did i ever successfully … Continue reading why so snappy?
let’s write about a nice new york city anecdote where, to my utter surprise (and embarrassment), i was not made to pay for my actual meal (on top of an upgraded drink, and coffee plus dessert — on the house) because “even your smile is very beautiful” 🙃 i take that a strong independent woman, … Continue reading i’ll take that
perhaps, suffering is tossed by handfuls over the multitudes, with most of it falling on some people and little or none of it on others. it must have been a long while since i’ve pardoned myself for lying so useless the entire day — no thanks to the bed weather — starting and (almost) finishing … Continue reading the implacable order of things
it’s revolting how some people think and act like they have easily moved past a literally criminal behavior, as if it’s only a matter of them having accidentally ruined your dress — sorry, here’s some bleach, bye. your nonchalance should be illegal.
six years later and half a world farther — we’re still (very much, and unsurprisingly) in the business of sitting by the beach, observing people, beer in hand. have we found the answer to that question yet? will we ever?
let us all aspire to be this chic — she’s alone at night and blinding bright, the source of your indulging fright. glimpse or stare, she wouldn’t care. do you a favor, talk to her. -mb
https://youtu.be/_xsIgndGq2U?si=OQH_lMrhETlpaDdV memory by polyphia 06/12/25 12:07:00 marking a neurotic moment where this piece reduced me to tears. tell me again how music plays a thousand words?
shaken, not stirred. 