Tallow. Co. Waterford Ireland 5th July 1930 To Mrs. Johanna O’Brien Dear Madam. The pastor handed me your letter with dollar enclosed as I have the furnishing of certificates as Clerk of the R.C. Church here in Tallow. I searched from 1860 to 1870 and went to 1873 and back to 1859 and failed to Read more

How can I light a flame now that it’s gone? How can I stir the embers now grown cold? I can’t stand the thought of another day When apathy’s stole my dreams away How I wish you’d long for me  With a tender heartfelt need How I wish you’d long for me tonight Long for Read more

I met him in a bathroom under the West Escalator in Grand Central. That’s a shitty place to meet a guy (no pun intended) but he was cute. In a masculine way, which I like. I was never into guys who were consumed with their femininity. There’s women for that, after all, if that’s what Read more

The first music I got into was the Beatles’, followed soon after by Bob Dylan’s. It was an easy transition from Magical Mystery Tour to Highway 61 Revisited but when I picked up The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan that was a little different. This wasn’t rock music. It was called folk. In the wonderful way that Read more

I was listening to Elliot Smith the other day and this was just too beautiful a tune not to ruin. Or pay homage to. It’s a thin line, really. I’m in love with the world Through the eyes of a girl Who’s still around the morning after We broke up a month ago I grew Read more

The lyricism of the conductor’s voice as he says, “this is the 5:22 to Greystone, making all local stops,” was an incredible comfort to Keith after a long day’s work. He liked the sound of it, local stops, and could picture both the stops and the locals. The local train had the soothing advantage of Read more