Monthly Archives: May 2017

We sit at our dressing table. We lean against our sinks. We peer into our mirrors to stare at the line in our forehead that wasn’t there yesterday. We see the gray encroaching as the blonde, the black, the brunette … Continue reading →

If you own the technology and are willing to risk resisting arrest, or, if you have the imagination, go stand in the middle of Wall Street, maybe near the Bull. Dig a Mitchnerian shaft straight down to discover, layer over … Continue reading →

We’ve migrated South, now. Our new home is unpacked and placed. 100 some bins and boxes filled with paintings, books, pottery, kitchenware, winter fleece, summer linen, photos, tools, kites, journals… all the accumulated stuff of living 70 years in an … Continue reading →

Lately, in dreamland, I’m living in a rich dowagers wisteria vine and spanish moss draped live-oak shaded mansion, dilapidating down through three centuries of mist and mold. Her husband? All that’s left of him is the scent of his cigars … Continue reading →