Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Sarah Ackerman
November 1st, 2013 | 7:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Sarah Ackerman

Before I moved to the United Arab Emirates, I sold the one car I’d ever owned—a four-door Honda, emerald green, white scratches webbed along the doors from the previous owners. I would be gone for just ten months, but the car had an old engine and a dashboard of permanently lit warnings lights, and, every month or so it seemed, a different part broke and needed repairs.  

October 31st, 2013 | 7:00am


I’m no horticulturalist. I don’t have a garden. It’s renderings of flowers and plants that make me stop short and stare: a page full of small bits of white and domed yellow, the spindly green branching almost like a seaweed. A field of lines and colors on paper becomes a beautiful, vivid thing that recalls the plant I could see and touch and know, if I dared. 

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Jason Parks
October 30th, 2013 | 7:00am

We had this landlord, tanned and wiry, creepy, and he always had this look like what the hell?

He would park his truck sometimes out front and wait there all day. One time he’d gone fishing I guess, so he left a bag of fish in the bushes by the mailbox. Nobody knows why.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons Issue Michael Coghlan
October 23rd, 2013 | 7:00am

 

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons Issue Michael Coghlan

I still hadn’t learned to swim, after the MacVicar’s pool,

and this pool’s water was cold enough to mask

the pain from knees banged and knuckles scraped

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user the camera is a toy.
October 22nd, 2013 | 7:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user the camera is a toy.

I no longer have a home in New York City; I will always be at home in New York City. I will always love New York City; I no longer like New York City. I am no longer a New Yorker; I will always be a New Yorker.