rediscovering...

Äya has been up with the new trends. We've been spotting young cuties (her included) on the streets sporting high waisted skinny pants and suspenders. After taking this "awesome" pic at the Dumbo Art
Festival this weekend I couldn't help but think of Mork and Mindy. Enjoy from yesterday and today!

good men project

really loving this site

For Bradley: On Taoism and the Company We Keep

by Irene Zimmerman

I had never noticed the colour of your eyes.
I found this amusing, watching your nose crinkle in a spontaneous
combustion of genius, of joy, of light, of wanting or giving or
very hot coffee.
Have we been too nearsighted to find our own hands?
I could confuse mine with yours, get lost in hunting down the dragons in the valleys of our palms.
Is this all we have been searching for?
Is it really that simple?
Always, as if time existed; even then, we can choose what to believe.
I wouldn’t trade a breath for more words.
I wouldn’t put on my boots if I didn’t plan to get them dirty.

fall

The words seem to have left me.
I look for them in the blueness of the tumbling fall
or the crook of a finger nail in the morning light.
When will the nagging pain go?
The one that winds it way up your throat when you swallow.
Looking out the window for the day that it drops
and we forget with a laugh
the way a child swoops with car in hand in the sand.