“You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.”

Summer. A poem by Patrick Burns and Rachel Stivers

Culottes and cumquats: a summer of fun. 

Cocktails and pool boys, you can’t have just one. 

Mad cats and Catskills, the hills have tales

Peppered with first wives who sharpen their nails. 

The BBQ sizzles, the charcoal’s ablaze.

Flamingos and watermelon are this season’s craze. 

But flamingos head south when fall nips the air

And we all grow tired of the sun’s sweaty glare. 

Watermelons rot as pumpkins grow

And pool toys get buried under all of that snow. 

Snow melts into streams that glide down the hill

And we’ll be back next year to tan and to grill. 



Black men your emotions matter

your mental health matters

your physical health matters

your livelihood matters

do you know how much better black men would do if this was told to them throughout their childhood rather than being demonized by everyone

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“And in the end, we were all just humans…Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via abovethefog)

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The photographer Gaston Lacombe offers a look at the thriving population of Adélie penguins during the summer in Antarctica: http://nyr.kr/1qZcRjC

Photograph by Gaston Lacombe.

The Elements of Magic - Part 4

We have lost a legend but we will always have the memories, the songs and the magic.

We have lost a legend but we will always have the memories, the songs and the magic.

Tarzan opens tomorrow at the Red House Arts Center! This is a shot I took tonight at our final dress rehearsal.