Just a quick post. For the first time since in almost a year–since August 24, 2020–I am back at the keyboard working on series of novels. In the past year I have written poetry and short posts, but these novels have been eating away at me, crying to be completed…

At midnight whence all is stillI sit on my bedsideAnd drink in the quietFor the first time in the dayI am alone with my thoughtsYou and the animals sleepBut I am restless before restingAnd my thoughts will notLet me abandon them so easilyI consider time and spaceMortality and immortalityGod and…

Dedicated to Red Hook, NY, and the childhood that I forgot. Not sure whyBut my mind latelyDrifts back to my childhoodTo a village I little rememberTo the days I little rememberWhere I endured awkward youthMaybe it wasThe spirit of the ’70sOr maybe it was just meBut it seemed thatThat village…

Is it just me?I never noticedI never sawIt seems likeAt some pointI should have seenShould have appreciatedI was after allNot always a childLoveIntimacyLaughterPassionAll yoursBut I cannot recallEven onceSeeing themAnd I think I mightHave beenA better personIf I hadYou were beautifulThe photosBlack and whiteFaded with ageHidden in a bookAmong your thingsYour…

I fear that I shall never write again Not seriously Not a novel Ten years A thousand pages And my characters will languish In purgatory Their fates untold Their destinies unfulfilled And I Their creator Will fade Unknown Unremembered Leaving behind Only tears of disappointment On an unwritten page ©2021…

O Israel where are you? My friends proclaim their support for you The preacher sings of your glory And scripture calls your people chosen But I cannot see you O Israel where are you? I see Israel on the map But I do not see Abraham Solomon Jacob David Or…

I got to wear my suit today The black pinstripe from London My black tie And my black boots The ones with silver tips To the memorial service To view Not him Not his body full of Covid But a faux marble box Full of his ashes Flanked by photographs…

I buried a friend todayBeneath the tall palmAnd hibiscusIn a small shallow graveJust the size of a catHe died suddenlyUnexpectedlyAlways the healthiest of catsIt seemedYet he died in my wife’sLoving armsSo quicklySheICould do nothingAs that which he had beenSo graySo softSo lovingSlipped awayAnd as my wifeOvercome with frantic griefScreamedAnd criedAnd…

I no longer work for the man.It has taken me sixty-six years, but I have freed myself from the chains of economic bondage.I have cast my lot on the sea of fate and let it pull me out into depths of self-actualization. I am ready to finally take charge of…

I suppose you might think me selfish, but I wanted a party.  I mean, what else is working for if it’s not to get to point in life when you can stop working?  I have been working almost non-stop since I was fourteen.  My work experiences included: Trimming the greens…