a clock without hands

it must be nice/to die at night/all alone
but will i still see stars/fly to venus
if you can find it, i cannot stop listening to "must be nice" by the scientists.

I had a tired intuition this morning. I walked to work, wistful– thinking of nameless people I know. People who have drifted away, for one reason or another. People I think of often enough, without daring to break the silence. People that may no longer...

there was a recent sunday, i wore a favorite dress: rosebuds, jadeite buttons, 1930s white cotton. we walked through prospect park– a bottle of rosé swinging at my wrist, a recycled greek yogurt container full of watermelon speckled with my kitchen windowsill...

In a melancholy mood, I am always in need of song. This song, it is a little whisper in my ear. A wave, punctuated with love. It is not yet summer, but already, I am listening to Nara Leao. First sighting of strawberries at the Union Square Greenmarket...