Non-Fiction

Follow your Intuition to your Bliss 

It’s the eve before a silent retreat. So no wonder I fall naturally back into this neglected habit of exploring thoughts and inner urgings with words. This year, still so fresh, has been unfathomably kind to me. My life has settled so seamlessly into a present that resembles decades of future dreaming. There seems little…

The Finest Carne Asada In Guatemala

Antigua Market

Four types of meat sizzled in front of Doña Eva. “What’s that meat?” I asked, pointing to one. “Chicken,” she said with a smile. “And that?” “Beef.” “And that?” “Pork.” “And that one?” I asked indicating the fourth. “This one,” she hesitated, “This one is just meat.” When she said that I noticed that there…

10 Things to Do On A Rainy Day

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It’s another rainy day in NYC. Today we emerge from our ratty subway holes beneath the windy canvass domes of umbrellas. Crap, rain drops on the iPhone. That can’t be good. Maybe I shouldn’t be blogging while walking in the rain. But that’s a slippery slope. Once I start listening the those sort of inward murmurings, will…

New York’s People Filled Nights

Gran Central

The night started after a day filled with writing deadlines and then rushing to the Bronx for work in the afterschool program. It led me back home to grab my guitar for a show at The East village and then to a train platform, waiting for the M train—the little train that often can’t, or…

Something You Have Never Seen Before

Alex Spitfire

Last night a friend of mine was stabbed several times in the face. He was also stabbed in the bicep while stripped naked. Another friend had his shirt taken from him and people–girls as young as sixteen–stapled his body with a wood stapler. And then there were the fireballs. Raging, manic clouds of flame that…

Fifth Graders On Gatsby Redos

GastbyRedo

Fifth graders, I have decided, from a marginal sample size in an unscientific setting, have trouble with understanding cause and effect. Take this conversation: “Did you hit him?” “No.” “I saw you hit him.” “Because he hit me first.” “Why did you hit him first?” “Because it was a redo and he said it wasn’t.” No,…

Was Ralph Waldo Emerson A Muppet Or A Man?

Muppet or Man

Reading Ralph Waldo Emerson to any length is a lot like spending an afternoon in a pottery museum. Imminent disinterest is moments away in every pottery  museum on earth. Half the time they are not even pots, just shards of dirty glass under clean glass. But let’s put away the dirty dishes from the museum, I’m here to give Emerson…

Mega Stuck on the Megabus

If this weekend were an animal, it would be an eight legged dragon bear wearing a sombrero, gyrating to the rhythm of a rain dance, imploring the gods to shower the earth with the laughing tears of El Señor Cuervo. If this weekend were a school bus, it would be the Magic School bus and…

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