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  • A blind man sees beauty…

    A blind man sees beauty With the tips of his fingers A deaf man hears the sizzle of the grill With the tip of his tongue A man without love feels Something missing in the pit of his heart A dead man knows everything Now that he feels nothing Read more

  • Ivanhoe

    Ivanhoe is not the star of the story that bears his name. Neither is Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, or Richard the Lionheart, who all have significant parts to play in the tale. The star is Rebecca, the “jewess.” That term, like “negress,” sounds not only old-fashioned to our 21st Century ears but racist, and there Read more

  • Three more short ones…

    television god preaching to the atheists miracles and grace trespassing again on your private property next time post a sign close your eyes for me see the things that can’t be seen tell me what you see Read more

  • Halloween Parade

    The first time  I went to the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade was in 1984. Or so I assume. That was the year I moved to New York and for the next eight or nine years anything above 14th Street was wilderness to me. It’s one of those you-had-to-be-there things. Does anyone else remember John Sex? Read more

  • Three short ones…

    the wind outside begging for mercy caught in the trap coffee for two mercy for millions lessons for one cloud across the moon the voice embraces silence then echoes in memory Read more

  • The Ocean Within

    We left the ocean a long time ago Some longer than others But we kept a piece zipped up in our skin waiting for tears or blood, spit or sperm, to set it free Now when it rains the kind of rain that clothes and umbrellas can’t keep from our skin we will be back Read more