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Run Like Hell

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Playing pickleball in a little sun shower, worried my copy of The Bell Jar that I brought with me is getting wet without consent from the wo...

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Young Ryan would be so stoked to be bothering ska legend Monique Powell of Save Ferris!

two hours, sixty minutes

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sad/happy on the rumbler. nineteen stops. nostalgia will never let me go. so I have to break up with it.  like your first love in nyc. and e...

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It's a Little Warm in Heaven

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It's a little warm in the Newark airport. It's a little warm in the concourse level  of Rockefeller Center. It's a little warm i...

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the same warrant in dire circumstances to achieve equilibrium and clear away sorrow to create space for positivity.

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My cancer is back.  My brother-in-law/best friend blasts Butthole Surfers at 5am for me.  The moon looks like its from Star Wars Pernille is...

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Bonus episode of Bothering the Band with my buddies Eamon McGrath and Oldseed, whose new collab album "Jet Lag" is incredible!

St. Mark's Place, Friday Afternoon

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You can't listen to Stereolab and walk through Autumn leaves without nostalgically thinking about love you lost. Suddenly, I am afraid t...

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Fait Acompli

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I am so tired of being the center of my own attention; I want to live outside myself, where the POV of birds sees me reading Raymond Chandle...

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Having a panic attack on the Staten Island Ferry

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What about? New York, fear, love, you, the universe, nothing, everything, my shoes,  my friend Franco, god, etc. Why? Cancer, life, scorpio ...

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Ghosts of a Good Time

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Instagram is nothing but death and consumerism, so I miss the optimistic vibe of 2010s’ Willytowne... With music and mayhem and shared war...

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Musician and social media personality, Petey USA joins us for a solid convo about songs, social media, squirrels, swamps, smoking cigs and s...

Already on a Knife's Edge

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reading the new issue of Rattle during commercial breaks of the Magic-Bulls game. I was going to ride a stationary bike during these night g...

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Hmmm...

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she's sending me love poems on Instagram, while posting pics of her and her boyfriend. 

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12 Minutes with God

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Grace Church, Broadway. Organ meditation, 4pm. I'm all over the place, but my feet are here in these ugly Hokas.  I am writing poetry in...

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A Shell Station of a Man

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Past the steeple homes of Staten Island, wondering what they worry about inside, their lives the same as mine, wonderfully mundane and hopef...

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Tradition: A Jukebox Musical

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it's a perfect day for a matinee, so I took the kid to see & Juliet on Broadway. from Backstreet to Britney, she now connects to the...

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Dyker Heights

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a tree looking like two people kissing. reading Rudolph Steiner's The Philosophy of Freedom. the possibility of autumn.  the R train to ...

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Sorry, I am having breakfast with ghosts...

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Listening to Kings of Leon, looking towards the future, hoping to live as long as David Lynch.  Been going to the hood to hoop lately just f...

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Italicized the Other Way

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I like even numbers and odd people. I am a creature of habit and happenstance.  I like surprises and predictability.  I am a man of glory an...

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I haven’t talked to my sister in years...

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Silence grows teeth when you feed it. Every birthday is a bruise I pretend not to touch. We shared so much, but not a present.

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Playlist: A Nice Day in November

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1. Blue Tuesday by Francis of Delirium 2. Forever Elsewhere by Weird Nightmare 3. The Wolf by Witch Post 4. DON'T TELL THE BOYS by P...

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Liminal

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drinking the Omnipaque. and waiting the hour. it takes to make its way. through my intestines. reading my book. and farting around on my pho...

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Duvet

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Bailed on a poetry show right after reading a poem about death. While most 43-year-olds are talking about investments or taking ozempic, I a...