Porno from my collection – Eve by Altay Sadigzade For many years I was an art dealer in Jacksonville, Florida. I owned a gallery called Spiller Vincenty with Kim, and we began by importing post-Glasnost Russian art. It was the first generation of art to emerge from the former Soviet Union after the government disbanded their system of recognizing […]
Monthly Archives: November 2014
They’re Anthropology pajama pants – I KNOW you want them… It’s 7 AM and I have done all my chores. I have cleaned the kitchen, bagged the recyclables, walked three dogs (more on that another day…), swept up five dustpans full of dirt on the kitchen floor and “organized” the kitchen for what I assume […]
Where I was… The title is not a metaphor, or a reference to my ass… Yesterday I called my son Jonathan to say, “I’m on the way to your house. Oh, and I have a bag of garbage in the trunk.” Jon Jon is the only person I know who would not only empathize with that statement, […]
I would not be honest If I didn’t tell you I have cooked most of my Thanksgiving dinners drunk. In the old days, while I was preparing things in the early morning hours, I’d pop a bottle of champers and drink it mixed with juice while I worked. When the bottle of champagne was gone, […]
It looks festive, doesn’t it? I don’t want to be a downer, but the holidays present inordinate opportunities to overindulge. For those of us with drinking issues, there are triggers around every corner. I started thinking about drinking this morning – not about actually drinking , but about the subject of imbibing during the holidays and what […]
That ribbon of road to the left is my driveway… I once had a psychologist tell me my biggest problem was not alcoholism, but the fact I did not pay attention to my surroundings. He said, “It’s 48 degrees outside today. You are wearing a silk blouse. Pay attention and take better care of […]
This photograph does not begin to properly show the isolation and the beauty of this place… I am going to live in the Georgia mountains for a few months. I am staying in a “Wilderness Community” in a cabin with a massive stone fireplace and eccentric neighbors. I have packed boxed soups, apples, winter garments, razor blades, […]
Housewife by Anne Sexton Some women marry houses. It’s another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements. The walls are permanent and pink. See how she sits on her knees all day, faithfully washing herself down. Men enter by force, drawn back like Jonah into their fleshy mothers. […]
Apparently I have a new addiction. It popped up this weekend like a boil. I was staying at Lauren’s and we were getting ready to go for a long walk on the beach and I found myself sitting on her couch with my hands clutching my cheeks like Munch’s The Scream saying, “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! I […]
Watch where you walk! I fell down on Saturday. Lauren and I were putting away her Halloween decorations at one of my many storage spaces. As we came out of the building I stepped on a stone just wrong, and my loose (but stylish fold-down, stacked heal) boot gave way. I hit my knee, my side […]
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