Breakfast

“Breakfast,” by: Léon Francois Comerre (born 1850, died 1916), Oil on canvas, 48” x 28”

There is a woman who continually offers me breakfast as I type at my desk. She always hangs behind my chair, oblivious to my working status.  She is confident that I have just finished…

18 May 11:19 PM 2 Read More...

Under the Pfister Sky

In the lounge I spy a woman with two screens: a glowing tablet in her lap and a texting device in her hand.  I decide I must approach this woman of information. All at the same time she is reading, texting someone and telling me, “I’m not actually all…

15 May 11:05 AM 0 Read More...

Math Guy

What the heck am I doing at the 23rd floor bar as a solo woman in her 20’s with no intention to drink anything stronger than tonic water?  It’s 10 p.m., all lights are mostly out, the voices are quiet, ice clinks.  I am sober as a…

10 May 10:16 AM 1 Read More...

Tuesday Afternoon Reverie

It is 2:21 p.m. and here’s what is going down:  a recording of violin music saturates the air.  Someone walks past hauling a 2.88 (or so) foot long camcorder.  The fronds of a palm tree sensuously caress the south column.  A security guard carefully explains how…

06 May 11:03 PM 0 Read More...

Promenade?

Today at the Pfister there were five marvelous maidens and two dapper dandies preparing to promenade. I observed much fluffing and adjusting of sequined petticoats that resemble floor-length tutus.  Their parents were there too, but in a separate camera flash filled cluster.  Initially, I was planning on just walking…

04 May 9:00 AM 0 Read More...
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