Today I will write more because last week I let a million distractions keep me from actually hitting the keys.
I’ll start now.
I feel better because of my resolve. Let’s start.
Let me just check email first. I’ll open this Continue reading The Fine Art Of Not Writing
I am sheathed in gray, riding under smoky clouds and through heavy fog, soaked through on this late October afternoon, a light mist sliding off my lashes and I stick out my tongue to catch the rivulets running down my face. Continue reading DO IT ALL AGAIN
THE PITTER PATTER OF JAKE’S PAWS ON THE HARDWOOD FLOORS, SHOCKS ME BACK TO REALITY FROM WHERE MY MIND REVIEWS THE KALEIDOSCOPE OF ENDLESS IMAGES THAT WEAVE THE YEARS OF MY LIFE TOGETHER IN TAWDRY Continue reading Pitter Patter
Rummaging through some old college notebooks from a box in the attic the other day, I came upon a protest flyer from my senior year at Iona College, in New Rochelle, New York. It was May of 1970, and I was weeks away from graduating. “ON STRIKE” the flyer proclaims. Continue reading Four Dead in O-hi-o