My version of the George Ella Lyon poem of the same title: I am from black-and-white television.From Swanson’s and Kellogg’s and Coca-Cola.I am from the ranch dressing of homes, with a back yard littered by dog poop, where I could snatch my own thoughts out of warm air.I am from the cocoa bean, bitter but … Continue reading Where I’m From
Ulysses: Empire State Building
Hopper had acquired his fear of heights when, at the age of eight and standing in the cupola of the Empire State Building’s 102nd floor observatory, he diverted his gaze from New Jersey across the Hudson River to look down. Though encased in impenetrable glass and concrete, Hopper imagined a force of nature -- or perhaps a mystical intervention – forcing him through the building’s membrane and hurtling him towards a violent and gruesome death on the street below, like Evelyn McHale.
Ode to My Facial Hair
Transform your face into a canvas Allow your whiskers to fly their flags of freak Hipsters and oldsters alike seek the status Of the mustache, beard, or goatee that is so chic