February 2012
4 posts
the vegetable men
I am involved in a love triangle.
Ignore the tawdry images this inspires in your imagination; it’s really nothing like that. It involves two people, neither of whom I know by name, who sell me fresh produce and are perhaps a more frequent presence in my life in Paris than many of my close friends.
I recently completed my first piece of food writing for An Esteemed Internet Publication, which is...
grief
Lately I’ve been dipping into these moods that are heavier than my usual ones, which mostly result from the weird catalog of things that put me in a funk – like how I Never Really Know How I Feel About February, or feeling like I’m too far away from the edge of the earth or much too close to it.
These are the moods that tug on my spine, wanting it to return to the soil and be planted there, to...
unorthodox friday iphone poetry
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the adventures of R.F. and the Achingly Handsome...
I have this theory about physical appearance. As humankind we are destined – doomed, even – to forever regard ourselves as the image of who we were in our early adolescence. For certain girls, this means a glorified idea of themselves as being the perpetual object of desire, with hoards of sex-crazed pre-teen boys lusting after their early-developed breasts. For others – myself included – this...