Monthly Archives: July 2018

Marred by dark varnish and water damage here and there, Sittow piles up the paint at the National Gallery.

Esme’s back from Gay Paree. He walked a lot because it’s free.

Remember the year we played Hound Dog Taylor on a windy night and Chris took Yuki on a wild sailboat ride?

I’m in a suitcase God carries around with decals from the Ile. The handle’s broken. If I would but care I’d open up and feel.

I hate this mustard! Naked statues everywhere! Dad says the nuns knocked all their peckers off. What a trick to play that was.

Craning for the light impromptu I see this day a pregnant camp, holding in my arms a beauty a child within my cheeks so damp.