A breeze off the lake–petal-shaped Luna-park effects avoid the teasing outline Of where we would be if we were here. Bombed out of our minds, I think The way here is too close, too packed With surges of feeling. It can’t be. The wipeout occurs first at the center, now around the edges. A big [...]
OK. Today was nothing. A big, wobbly, quivering 0. I am thinking about a poem, a poem about the smells from 1B. First came the dead body smell. Then came the ludicrous flowerly poof poof that filled the building with roses and lilacs (and invisible butterflies and birdies and twinkling horsies) but that failed to [...]
While continuing to rummage through old file cabinets and boxes I found this card. This card is a relic from one of the oddest encounters I have yet had while managing public web sites. This EMPLOYMENT TERMINATION NOTICE arrived at my P.O. Box many years ago, along with a set of papers from the [...]
I dreamed last night I was sleeping in a bed on an airplane that rose to 165,000 feet so as to avoid bad weather at 30,000 feet. I was in First Class (obviously) and was presented with a line graph illustrating how the plane’s ascent moved us close to the firmament and to God. Cabin [...]
This is just something I felt like doing. Rummaging through my file cabinets in a bottomless attempt to get my paperwork in order I found this 1995 picture of the bathroom sink from my upper east side apartment. Every object, it seemed, had a story underneath it. I set this picture up so you could [...]
I just spilled a pot full of pennies from a top shelf down onto the floor. It made a terrific racket. I heard the upstairs neighbors, probably fast fast asleep the instant before, suddenly scurrying around, madly woken up from peacable slumbers, or maybe peacably woken up from mosquito-infested torpor. This business, as I know, [...]
Just not my family slides. For the last few weeks I have been painstakingly scanning hundreds of slides like this one, slides of a random Brooklyn family whose 22+ years of slides turned up at an Astoria thrift shop. What have you been doing?
I just woke from a dream and I want to write it down before I forget it. My father called to complain about some mundane matter regarding his apartment. I studied his voice, authenticated it, made sure it was real. I listened for his unique southern drawls and hillbilly flourishes. I said little as he [...]
