“It is always night, or we wouldn’t need light.” Thelonious Monk Some twenty-six years ago, I began writing down, collecting, quotes in a journal. One
I’m going to begin this post with an excerpt from a writing of Joan Didion. I’m telling you this only so that you’ll know that
I’m hoping to get to writing a post in the next couple of days. For now, here’s another of my favorite Elton John
I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won’t be everyone’s
Metamorphosis of the Vampire, 1857 Charles Baudelaire Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay Meanwhile from her red mouth the woman, in husky tones, Twisting
First of all, this has been wearing on me. Former facebook exec says, you are being programmed. Here’s that article. I took a couple of
Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems
Nineteen Stories 1. DRIVE ~ Trying to get home 2. The Fine Art of Being Human ~ infidelity, the delicate workings of forgiveness 3. HUSH
I watched a documentary last night about Nina Simone, “What Happened, Miss Simone?” I had watched part of this one before and became distracted. “Feeling
Letting go is an art, and a grace, something not so much to be learned as practiced. I think to myself… If that was meant
The other day I was watching a clip from a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers vehicle… …Top Hat, 1935. I don’t know how old
I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can.
It is tomorrow in Paris, or at least, later today.
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the
DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in