Monthly Archives: March 2020

God-Damn-You thoughtless, maladjusted, evil man! For by your damn-able act, you contorted the world of a 10-year-old-boy merely by not asking the right question! Instead, you spoke that mean-hearted command that slammed the door through which that boy was, just … Continue reading →

I have at last discovered my third vocation. The salary isn’t much, but the perks! Ah! The benefits of watching birds feed, feeling cool breeze blow, suns warmth on my bare legs, couch-reclining in the sunporch, waiting for evening and … Continue reading →

Because, frankly, I’d rather live, I let the weird ways of confinement, its repeated the same, the same, the same weave its own spell till a confusion and a melding creates a continous continuity, its own circular commute where what … Continue reading →

“Naz Starovia!” “Skol!” My fathers friends roared as they drank my Fathers Vodka, at parties my Farther’d hosted while they mimicked their parents words and accents. “Da! Da!” ” Ochen Harashaw!” “Iz good we come to dis country!” “Pravda! Pravda!” … Continue reading →

I’ve rubber-necked 5th Avenue fashion-botiques where I couldn’t afford a hanger. I visited homes in The Hamptons where I couldn’t buy a brick. I’ve eaten in Soho restaurants where I couldn’t scrape-up a cheap tip. (Dad picked up the check) … Continue reading →

Some life’s be like “sometimes ya up – sometimes ya down”. In my life, in d’ good times – o’ bad – sometimes I gotta go down to get up and sometimes I get up to go down! Yeah, I’m … Continue reading →

I fill feeders with sunflower seed. I stuff suite into its holders. I wait. Surreptitiously, cardinals, chick-a-dees, woodpeckers and wrens and then squirrels searching for droppings, sneak out to feed. Nibble a seed here… Peck at suite there… Suddenly, they … Continue reading →

To predict a moments implications, to guess how far out in time its ripples will go, the power its waves will generate when they crash on some distant shore… that’s a tricky, iffy enterprise, but worth the effort -if you … Continue reading →

(when this poem is read to groups, I will sing the old gospel song, ONLY A BOY NAMED DAVID for the back story.) I know a guy, Bill, who believes in whatever requires no faith to believe. If there’s a … Continue reading →

The view from my pillow of her, occupies my eyes as she sleeps, nude, beside me. Her cleavage lingers – just there, draped in blue silk sheets, inviting me to lose my way in her deep and comforting valley. I … Continue reading →