Balloons on West End Avenue

From 'Balloons', a poem by Sylvia Plath:

Your small

Brother is making

His balloon squeak like a cat.

Seeming to see

A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,

He bites,

Then sits

Back, fat jug

Contemplating a world clear as water.

A red

Shred in his little fist.

Family Abstraction

America's First Family, rendered abstract in Lego.

The French Just Keep On Having a Terrible Time in NYC

After what happened to Dominic Strauss-Kahn, one would have thought Professor Descoings' colleagues might have taken him aside and said: "Alors, Richard, mon ami...ne vont pas à la grosse pomme?"

Astoria, Queens, NY