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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry ... me and Walt ...

Sundays, summer ferry rides,
crossing the rough wide Hudson
from Brooklyn to Staten Island,
from one brave shore to another,
stalked by a colony of seagulls, 313 more words


The fog

I don’t know why, like so many writers, I have a hard time calling myself a ‘writer.’

I think writing is one of those professions where, if you accept that you are one, then you feel this great responsibility to speak some kind of truth all the time. 507 more words



Sometimes, it is impossible to find a distraction. Something to distract and keep the mind from dwelling on all that crushes in on us. Sometimes, no amount of Netflix or cheese or internet is enough to drive away the impending. 547 more words


From Cover of Dark into Blur of Light

As a small child I experienced no consternation when getting up in a thicket of darkness to pad across the hall to my parents’ bedroom or the bathroom. 3,891 more words


Everyone has a story to tell.

More than half a century ago, I promised not to reveal a family secret. When the burden affected my health, a doctor suggested I write my thoughts on paper, not for publication but to ease my mind. 55 more words

Human Interest

Veering Toward Wonderment

Z and I were once on a bus after returning a rental car and a guy got on selling batteries that we suspect he’d just lifted from the drugstore behind the bus stop. 2,771 more words


Writing Rewards

I’m working on a memoir at the moment and I’ve given myself half a year to work on it. I work better with deadlines, so I set June 30th as the date I have to submit my book. 488 more words