In Four Verses
1)
A small paper package
falls empty to the ground
holding nothing but the remnants
of no return.
White powder disintegrates into blood
and the red Continue reading
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Sessions From The Balcony
Love As It Ages:
We are too far away now.
The distance between then and tomorrow
has so many miles between it.
I have memories of heavy rain
falling in an early spring night.
I think of the corner at Avenue A and St. Mark’s
and a place called Stingy Lu-Lu’s,
or Trash and Vaudeville
and the time we passed Continue reading
Dear Mom
I remember when you would make me go upstairs and clean my room. It was early spring and we opened the windows for what seemed to be the first time all year. The house smelled like white linen. You made iced tea, remember? You always made the same brand, but you only made it in the warmer months.
Spring cleaning is what you called it. You made me check my drawers and see which clothes fit and which close we would give away. You had me go through my closet. Not sure if you knew this but my closet was my favorite hiding place. Instead of cleaning my room, I would pile my clothes in a bunch and Continue reading
The Cold Truth
I was around 19 years-old when I saw a violent death for the first time. It was wintertime and Old Country Road was busy with a heavy flow of late rush hour traffic that congested along the strip at the entrance near Fortunoff’s and Roosevelt Field Mall. The cold weather was tightening its grip.
Homes were undergoing the temporary renovation of Continue reading
The Skitching Story
I was asked why I do what I do . . .
I think for this text, it would be better to read my words and imagine them being read to you in the sound of a smooth, calming voice. Consider a voice that would sound the way a grandfather would sound while reading a bedtime story to his grandchild.
I, myself, never had a grandfather. At least not one that I met. I only have an imagination of what either of them may have sounded like.
I think for this text or any text, Continue reading
just a memory
From Sessions in The Balcony:
In the heart of New York City, there is a tall glass building that stands one block east of Columbus Circle on 57th Street at Seventh Avenue. This is home to places like The Brooklyn Diner. This is also where I worked my first shift as an operating engineer.
Reaching high above street level, the commercial office building was headquarters to a large real estate company. There was a radio station. There were attorney offices and media companies. There was Continue reading
Love
She opened the door to her home. Her eyes twinkled from the candlelight that flickered in the living room behind her. Outside, the full moon took its place in the center of an autumn’s night sky. The stars were bright and the wind was brisk and cool. Inside, however, the dim light from her apartment and soft music was nearly as warm as the sensation of her skin.
He thought to himself, “I knew right away.”
Her eyes seemed Continue reading
The Written Addiction 