Monthly Archives: March 2016

” Really, Haysus, it is no use to sow seed in the soil near the trellis where Cousin Alice pruned her roses. The dirt there is somehow, tainted. Growing anything there is, unlikely. You might even uncover, among the stones, … Continue reading →

The lovely lady librarian leads me down the stairs past rows of computers, down past furious students,late paper typing, down past piles of compu-techno junk closets down to rows of steel stacks and resting on these stacks, books, like kings … Continue reading →

My Mother and Father were lovers nailed to a cross and a star, capable of reaching but never touching, he in vivid anger at what he saw as orthodox Jewish hypocrisy , she, the rejected daughter of Irish Catholics and … Continue reading →

Tears come easier now than when I was a boy, than when I was a young man, than when I was “middle aged”. But the tears are not from sorrow born, rather of joy, for those moments when I can … Continue reading →

make appointments: knee doc. foot doc. skin doc. heart doc. lawyer. pay pound of flesh.

I remind me of you so I will not forget you too. You remind me of me smiling about who we used to be. I remind me of us to remember who we were. Will you remind you of me … Continue reading →

Wars are organized migrations. Water buffalo fording alligatored rivers, elephants thirsty, searching march to water, geese waiting for rising winds to summit Everest. Warriors do not die by random fired bullets killing them by surprise. Their ready souls move to … Continue reading →

Bright red balloon, still helium filled, a real lively, airy ball, a party girl to the core, brighten any scene, last seen caught in the lower branches of a dead tree by the train tracks just South of Poughkeepsie. How … Continue reading →

Josephs light blew out last night making Mary a single mom and Jesus, fatherless, except, of course, for God. Then, three nights later, Mary’s light went, making Jesus an orphan, except, of course, for God who is all things in … Continue reading →

We gather around the grave. On our faces, the tears, tight lips, closed eyes, thoughts are revealed. Despair for our loss. Grief over missed chances. Relief, for we continue. Victory over the pale hand, this time. So, we are balanced … Continue reading →