the upstairs was haunted. 

my big brother and i heard the stories.

but all would part if i held my gram janes hand 

the banister to our arms as we walked together up the stairs.

we both. spindly in legs and wild in hair.

my namesake.

she was lily of the valley.

grandpa larry was always present in photos and in her eyes of out west blue.

how she must have pained. when he was gone.

i know this.

my mother can only say father 

still to me.

red wagon filled with oranges

crosses a street

i glance to see

the cords tied to hold them

tight

my hands touch the california breeze. i reflect her long fingers and miss her even more.

how are we suppose

to let go

when fruits from florida are easily contained in packages too small.

put myself in a box

for far

too-

now lets kick off

the covers and

show our cracks in the moon.

she will dry us

to where we fall

madly in love

with life

again.

those moments before

clouded our perceptions-

take a pill

take a drink

take a cig

load up on what does not matter.

i have gathered photos

of where i would like 

to live.

stale bread we give

to birds who fly.

cut the cord

sling the arrow

lets tap dance 

across those guidelines 

lets tom hanks big

it 

up.

make your mark saturday+

brynnie is a light. 

proof that strength comes from sequins.

grandma jane’s tree in greenpoint.

and chair decorating.

save the tape trees. 

izzie is making hers.

make your mark.

tic 

tac

be.

downward dog.

thought from ella the pup. yo i lick my paws. clean those wounds. you humans need to take care of your hands and feet. the universe creates from those pups. 

you may think this bold.

id rather say.

it is a moment. that perhaps i may want to take away.

but as now.

i like to stay with here.

and form these letters with the best understanding of you.

i see it so clearly.

because i am holding a paddle to the same boat.

or maybe because i just found out last week that i am far sighted. and glasses were made.to fit. my slope of a nose.

you. from a distance. of where i stand. of wearing a flight attendant dress that could probably walk on its own.

{picasso warhol rembrandt}

side

by

side on greene street.

what if i told you

you were a genius.

what if i said.

everyone is.

would you hold the door for the person behind you.

we sit here. we eat here. we drink here.

one big truman show.

free pass

in museum

we are.

thumbs down to madame tussauds

i want the real

thing.

clean my ears

make a candle with my wax

to see you better.

i may get burnt.

or a fire i might have not known otherwise will grow.

+clairejane

try this.

in public.

at whole foods(trader joes aisles are too narrow). in a basement party in greenpoint. at a brunch spot where there is an outdoor garden. 

you need at least 2 other humans.

grab an invisible jump rope by one handle. then grab a SECOND invisible jump rope by one handle. 

pass the other two invisible handles to another human. (be super serious)

spread spread spread out. (like almond butter on toast)

the grand thing is the ropes can be super long. or super short. (like almond butter on a quarter of a wasa cracker)

both equally a gas.

then start swinging the ropes in opposite directions. clockwise. counterclockwise.

then a third human will pace her or himself so not to tangle in the invisible ropes.

JUMP IN.

continue to jump. russian sailor jump is always a crowd pleaser. tag team jump if you are a james dean rebel without a cause. bear stein bear jump to entertain children.

you get it.

boom.

improv double dutch. 

im in the times. thee uk times. 

modeling for a fashion blog. just like molly.

a big thanks to nate zubal and leah mendes. 

check out thee article here.

http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/life/fashion/article3255982.ece

the real josh groban.

myself as the real josh groban.

josh groban holiday. 

pandora station.

el fin.