
To know that you need help; to accept it as undeniable fact—That Which Must Be Acted Upon—and then, To Actually Act Thereon—that, my friends, that is not for the timid. And apparently, I’m timid.

I know tomato sauce is simple and everyone has their own family recipe so no one ever needs a new version. Or so you thought.

tales of and from brooklyn’s current gentrifying class*
by lorelei a. ignas
we might not really be the first artists to move across the bridge…
but don’t tell us that.
we’re young, smart, well-read, and thin.
we all just paid a quarter million dollars for a degree that’s made us unemployable.
we walk your dogs, mix your drinks, and make your [...]

by Morgan Murphey
Your song lingers in my house
Stepping up the stairs
And gently closing the door
finds me in my bed
wraps its chords around me
and loves me like it was you
Sleeps in my bed
Breathes through my hair
Whispers in your [...]
To know that you need help; to accept it as undeniable fact—That Which Must Be Acted Upon—and then, To Actually Act Thereon—that, my friends, that is not for the timid. And apparently, I’m timid.
by David McGee
Let’s talk for a second about blind loyalty.
Is there a place for blind loyalty in this increasingly complex, morally ambiguous world? Sure. And that place is sport(s). You know, sport(s). Like football or “football” or that game with the skates on the ice. Hinkey?
For instance, I blindly support the Indianapolis Colts (’Mer’can) football [...]
I know tomato sauce is simple and everyone has their own family recipe so no one ever needs a new version. Or so you thought.