Monthly Archives: May 2024

When he wrote the Torah, he wrote the first Western. A kosher short story by Moses, the Jewish Louis La’mour. Call it THE BROTHERS for no one knows their surname. A saga of disobedience and jealousy. Where the farmer and … Continue reading →

“Patience is a virtue” Surely! Ah! But… Is the patience of that killer-sniper waiting for the victim in his site to move just a little to the right for a cleaner shot and so to move no more a virtue? … Continue reading →

There are just a few things I love a lot. The rich taste of chocolate. The feel of old-worn calico. The color, indigo. To stay aware through that sweet hour of prayer. To brush my ladies silken hair. But the … Continue reading →

My new digs in Italy, near the Blue Grotto of Capri sit on the razor edge of a precipice looking over the Med. The buildings have been there for centuries. But when I stand on the brink, I can see, … Continue reading →

“Yes! Of course! It’s sad! I wish Jesus had, at least, a girl friend. Maybe one of the Rosenbaum sisters from next store. Of course! I know! He’s been already Bar Mitsphed in Jerusalem! Such a big deal they made! … Continue reading →

Thanking the Gods for opposable thumbs. Singing hymns for lightly callused fingers. Prayers for firm, sensitive nipples. Praise for the mysterious mound, found, after patient search, deep down, warm and wanting, (But the little devil’s never where she was the … Continue reading →

The neck of the Little Blue Heron swings left to right to left… The bird gets a bead on the little green frog. Then strikes! The frog is dead. The bird is fed. And the pendulums swings begin again.

Accumulations of years of trials, tears and disaster and, yes, luck, love and laughter weigh heavy on the olderly while the well worn recliner, often rehearsal prop for a coffin, brings on quickly slowly, drowsy, closing eyes, deep sonorous breaths, … Continue reading →

This novel, in this third or hundredth read, the héros, the villains, the Loved, all the chapters in the flow, feel as real, as though part of the evolutionary spinning of my heart. And in those moments when, in the … Continue reading →