horton point lighthouse. greenport, ny
horton point lighthouse. greenport, ny.
horton point lighthouse. greenport, ny.
through the looking glass: greenport, li
We sat on the couch eating sushi as Pope Francis delivered mass to nearly 20,000 humans at Madison Square Garden Friday night. My mister and I sat, shoveling shumai in our faces and cried at the beauty of it all.
i’m going to keep this short and sweet, just like the groom. actually, i’m not. those of you that were at my wedding and heard my vows know you better get comfortable.
her fingers got fat near the end
in another lifetime she perched me on the kitchen table
slid her thumb and forefinger through the scissors
and snipped my bangs brutally short
He was straight laced and corny, with a penchant for expensive shoes and designer gifts. He had abominable taste in music and wore copious amounts of khaki. He golfed. I told him dirty jokes while slamming whiskey and dragged him to rock shows in filthy dive bars. I wore skintight denim and had his birthday tattooed on my wrist.
the smashing pumpkins and marilyn manson ‘the end times’ tour show at pnc was incredible. the people in attendance…. beyond rude. everywhere i turned i witnessed blatant disregard for the bands as well as fellow concertgoers. i came home and feverishly compiled the following set of rock and roll etiquette guidelines.
“rise up, take courage, and do it.” .ezra 10:4
we are told never to judge a book by its cover. instructed to know people before making judgements. for the most part, this advise is sound. for the most part. but i fiercely believe the clothing people choose wear and the way they decorate themselves speaks volumes. where ever i go, i am on the lookout for members of my tribe.
i handed my identity over to a petite government agent with a head full of tightly wound curls. i scribbled my new signature on a sheet of paper and was promised a social security card with my new name in return. back in my beat up honda civic, i sat in the blistering heat and cried.