CYNTHIA PERELES, FIVE-YEAR-OLD SON SERVED ALCOHOL: When the waiter came over and actually brought out drinks and he took a sip from the kiddie cup, he just thought it was the nastiest thing. He said, “Oh, mommy, it’s so nasty.” And at that moment I realized that there was something wrong. And I opened up the lid and I looked at it kind of smelled it. And when I took a sip I realized that it was an alcoholic beverage inside the kiddie cup.
COOPER: It was a Long Island iced tea, a potent cocktail made with vodka, tequila, rum, gin, triple sec, sour mix, and a splash of Coke. And it took its toll on the five year old.
PERELES: He was basically, you know, laughing uncontrollably, licking the things on the table like the bread basket. He was speaking very loudly. And I asked him, you know, to calm down kind of, to lower his voice. And he said to me that he couldn’t because of what was in the cup.
COOPER: Seth was rushed to the hospital and given fluids to fight dehydration. Cynthia says a toxicology report showed alcohol in his system. Seth was able to leave the hospital in four hours, but the emotional impact has lasted longer, says Cynthia.
According to her, he is seeing a psychologist for nightmares that he calls his Applebee’s dreams.
I’ve been working on something new for NaPoWriMo loosely based on David Wojnarowicz’s writings, especially “Memories That Smell Like Gasoline”. I don’t know how much I’m going to share as it’s probably a lot rougher than most drafts I’m shared past years, but here you go. Also working on this is very upsetting to me, so we’ll see how far I get….
im with you
victorian smut children
btw just found a folded up erotic comic i drew almost ~15 yrs ago titled “Opera of the Willow Rose” stuffed as a bookmark in Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle.
It’s almost April, which means AWP ‘14 in Seattle was nearly a month ago & that it’s probably a little late to share photos that most of you have seen already. Oh well. Tumblr will only let me share 10 photos, so here’s a condensation of memory. XOXO
Early on in my NYC life, I briefly dated someone who lived in Long Island City by the water, facing Manhattan. The building and the street (Center Blvd.) were so new, they didn’t even exist on Google Maps. It was this nascent, artificially constructed part of the city.
So I would venture out of the 21st St. G train & walk down to this single tower complex, hospitalesque, metallic, cold, the only creature like it rising out by the water. The relationship was brief—and volatile—one of the many themes pushing through Funerals & Thrones. This poem wasn’t in the chapbook itself, but released as a limited broadside for preorders via Birds of Lace.
Poems are supposed to tell their own stories, and I sometimes feel hesitant that if you say too much for the poem, it means it cannot do the work by itself. But in every tarot card present in F&T—there is a parallel to life, and to relationships, who exist either as my own or the transmutation of my narrator(s).
The Tower (XVI) is one of the most complex cards of the major arcana (in my opinion). "The Tower tells of quarrels, disruption, upheavals and the release of old ways. It can represent destruction and opposition and asks that you look at the fact that change must happen and that the more you fight change, the more difficult it can become—for it is only after the change (or destruction) that your enlightenment will come.
The Tower tarot card illustrates that neither the physical nor emotional structures we build are stable or permanent, but rather, can be destroyed suddenly, bringing with it the changes we attempted to avoid.”