it’s been dragging me down for a million years. that dread. the worry. so much so that i’m a little unfeeling…or at least better at swallowing that mass of hurt until it dissolves like jello. it’s impending. the weight loss, the lack of appetite. taste buds on dry. the slow walk and shaky hands. the… Continue reading the pains…

humid, salty long island air. fishing, crabbing… you said he always managed to get pinched by a crab. he seemed to love tempting fate. putting his hands in boiling water to take the egg out… letting the car drive home when he’d had one too many… packing your bags and delivering them to the front… Continue reading woman, i’ve got to ramble…

always. back in ’71, looking out the window of our ninth floor apartment, at the age of five, i remember humming along to carole king’s “it’s too late”… melancholy starts early i guess. lunch period was reserved for bowie’s low and heroes moss garden. i’d get lost in the color green and fat snowflakes falling… Continue reading something in the way…

deaths from Covid-19 as of today. how will this government rationalize this in order to win re-election? they will verbally support armed idiots protesting for re-opening their state, city, town, village, cave… they will divert blame to the past administration by stating that no plan was left for such circumstances such as a pandemic….then have… Continue reading 85,990…