Our view from the poet and cat's house.
Mr. Meow, himself, lending a claw.
Round the corner from the apartment, the street was blocked off, lit and ultra chink-i-fied for a Chinatown scene shoot. The inch thick glittering confetti did, in fact, take my breath away.
Ghost bikes near the Brooklyn Bridge entrance. I'm seeing these all over these days.
Sam and Brian Castro and I feasted on pastrami sandwiches and chocolate egg cremes here.