This week, New York caught me by the hood of my winter coat that I still had to wear, with many layers underneath, this late in the season. It's kapha time, as those in yogic and auyervedic circles express, and all that means is I'm moving forward, yet tugged back, experiencing the sensation that time…
Heavy on the Subway
A crying, unseen baby on the train. The smell of stale alcohol. A tall man staggered into the train just before the doors closed; his sweatshirt is pulled, darkened from sweat and grime around the collar. He stands, lips dry and parted, gasping like a fish out of water, except he is deathly still. I…
Melting.
I fell to the ice-covered earth in the way I imagine a meteorite must fall, very sudden and uniquely electric. I was standing, walking, no hitting the solid, frozen tarmac in a painfully hilarious shock the way I did weeks ago; that slip was what I described as “not paying attention” and thinking of another…
Mami
She sits oppose me, her toes tapping in time to my disgustingly hipster tune played by The Decemberists. She can't hear my music; it's just a coincidence. Her nails sparkle with a hint of glitter from the ghetto, her lap filled with a bulky burden wrapped in a telltale fleece blanket embroidered with a small…
Captain
He stood playing a red Fender Stratocaster, an instrument more commonly seen on stages in front of thousands, or in the corners of teenage bedrooms thrumming with impossible dreams. His Burger King crown would have looked ridiculous but he was the king of this subway station stage despite playing this mournful, misplaced riff to people…
Walk the Line…Or Not
Ashtanga is a different journey everyday, although the path is the same, akin to my walk to the same studio, every morning. Yet there are nuances to this road, one day it rains and Washington Square Park has a dreary splendour, punctuated by residents walking their dogs and the occasional flash of color from a…
Sometimes, You Draw.
When I was younger, I wanted to be an artist because I wanted to add flowing lines and shapes to blank pages, filling them with something my hand and eye deemed aesthetically pleasing. I observed and understood landscapes, objects and the bright neon shades of candy bar wrappers I liked to crumble and interpret in…
Silver Bells
I suddenly remembered that map I left attached to my fridge when it was too late and we had to take a look at directions again. Yet it was also too early and the wind was not as biting as it tends to be this time of year, so I shrugged, took your hand in…
The Revolution WILL be Televised (Images)
"The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not…
Telling Stories of the Stars
A kiss can make an oasis in the most unlikely of settings and it wasn't until recently that I learned it is even possible for it to spontaneously create a life-sustaining circle to the middle of a city where I had felt dehydrated for far too long. But it's not just water I needed because…
Time's Thievish Progress 