Author Archives: akonecki

Musee Mecanique

Saloon-soaked piano notes cavort over the cotton-candy tinkle of chimes. Air hockey pucks chink and clink. Brass bells clang. Monkeys in bright vests and pompom trimmed sombreros blow on horns. A drunken mime slouches against a lamppost, leering suggestively. Lights stutter and blink, the ferris wheel goes around and around, and a man is hanged. […]

Indigenous Peoples Sunrise Gathering

People hug blankets and hot cups of coffee to their chests, chattering and smiling for pictures. The undulating rumble of chanting woven through with a soft, steady drumbeat floats up from the deck below before being snatched away on the chilly wind. Other than the wink of a few stars and the distant pools of […]

ODC Dance / Rhythm & Motion

It’s as if there’s a big jelly jar around you and your hips are cleaning off all the jelly. Far from a fluid flourish of jelly coated hips, mine jerk and twitch stickily about the imaginary glass. Surely “Absolute Beginner Tribal Belly Dance” is a misnomer. * When I enter the classroom I find a […]

Omnivore Books

  An ideal truffle smells like the perfect lover in your most elaborate fantasy, only better. — Shroom: Mind-bendingly Good Recipes for Cultivated and Wild Mushrooms, Becky Selengut Now that is something I need to taste. Silken Scrambled Eggs with Shaved Alba White Truffles… Truffle Gougères… Paging through the book, I come across a fluted, […]

Seward Street Slides

Wound up, stressed out. Grumpy. A swirling, sludgy mess clogs my brain and plods with heavy, wheezing steps through my chest; a palpable metastasis. * I grab a flattened FedEx box out of my neighbor’s recycling bin and tuck it into my bag. On the train I look with slight giddiness at the bobbing, blank […]

Road trip! Venture Quest Kayaking

If a breaching whale comes down on you, you will die. The smiles ringing the group slip slightly. A woman who was already visibly apprehensive about the whole venture sucks in her breath and shoots her husband a tight-lipped sideways glance. “I’m sorry, but that’s just a fact. I don’t want to tell you this […]

Hard French

The line stretched from the door of El Rio all the way down the block. After ten minutes with barely a shuffle forward, I resorted to paper-bagged-amusement courtesy of the tiny liquor store flanking the tail end of the queue. A few sips in though, the line sprang to life and I and my fellow […]