scratching the sonnet project

I've decided I don't want to write a sonnet every day. I'm going to keep writing them... but not every day. My logic is pretty simple... they're stressing me out. The reason they're stressing me out is because poetry isn't something I've ever forced... it flows from me. I started writing my daily sonnet and didn't feel like it at all. So even though the end result was decent... it made me unhappy because it didn't make me feel anything. I was...

the conclusion of new year’s celebrations

Ok so technically today is 1 January 2010 because new year's eve just ended according to my body clock. That's my story... I'm sticking to it... Happy New Year! Once upon a time a New Year's eve celebration began with my special glass and a rainbow of beverages. I vaguely recall the ball dropping, discussing Kathy's plastic surgery, and eating this delicious desert in a small room with a collection of my favorite people. A few hours after that...

fa la la la laaaa

Christmas is about being with your family... particularly when you grew up in a family of seven. Based on this premise, my 'official' Christmas is on Sunday when we all gather. I thought today I would post some photos from Christmas last year. A summer Christmas is an entirely different experience. Instead of apple pie deserts we had fresh mangos from the tree in the back yard. Naturally my Sicilian ass made ridiculous amounts of food and...

shout out to my australian people

My trip back to Australia is rapidly approaching. Shout out to all of my mates down under checking in to see what I've been up to. Many of my favorite people are currently getting into summer and I am looking very forward to catching up with everyone for a play in the not-distant-at-all future. The time I've spent in the States has and continues to deliver. The script will be finished soon, I've got notebooks filled with new ideas, and all sorts...

Live from NEW YORK

New York City smells like freshly cut pine from Christmas trees lining the sidewalks and tastes like candy cane lattes. It sounds like steel drum music and feels smooth like the ice at Rockefeller Center where people of every race, creed, and age drift across a milky white rectangle beneath an overlooking golden angel. It looks like wool coats, knit hats, and people holding hands. It's magical. After asking a Mexican dude wearing a Shrek costume...
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