When a week from hell lasts several weeks, all I can say is you’ve landed in the kingdom of oy. For those that have been around awhile, we used to call it Oydomhood in the older neighborhood. That was where your father’s sister’s stockings rolled down around her ankles and her red lipstick was...
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Van Gogh in Philly
We were at the Van Gogh exhibit in Philly. This was years ago. It was so rich, so deeply moving. We were alternately laughing and crying. At one point, after his early sketches in various pens and inks, he was introduced to the impressionists by his brother Theo and we saw his first use...
the mighty oak
Back one fall I noticed that the grain in some of the oak flooring in the building where I am forced to labor away looked exactly like stretch marks. Now, isn’t that something? All my life a somewhat haphazard incompetent woodworker but I never noticed that. Now, every time I have an opportunity to...
Hot not tea
I have this thing about tea and can’t drink as much as I’d like. I learned about drinking hot water, plain old hot water from a friend years ago. That helped for a while. You can do an awful lot of things not to write. Some of the forms my procrastination used to take...
back in time, approximately two days ago
It must have been that yes, some days are Wednesdays and it then follows, in this linear sort of non-imaginative way that some days are Thursdays. I’m here on a Friday and I find that yes, again, this seems true to form, some days are indeed Fridays. However this turns out, and it seems...
i am a ghost
My mother used to call me her star but she was wrong. I am a ghost, not a star. Sometimes other ghosts see me; sometimes people that aren’t ghosts see me. It’s not like this is startling news since ghosts have been around for a long time. They live on the fringe of society....
Writing rights
Writing is an interior act and behavior. Anyone that engages in this activity understands this. You enter a world of your own and begin whatever it is that you or others might call writing. It is an inside job. Its such an inside job that it’s strange for me to think of it as...