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Friday, June 24, 2016

BROOKLYN IS THE LEAST AFFORDABLE PLACE TO LIVE IN THE COUNTRY.

Marooned in Brooklyn. Red dust, red Planet, red Brooklyn. Unlike God Mars I am powerless to lift my Earthly carcass off the dirty ground of a heartless place and soar into the sky of freedom. Burdensome issues of individual rights and moral imperatives fetter my already bound limbs. There is a current of fear in the world. This is why I think I want to name our new house: Serenity. A safe haven for poets, and artists, and for those who live the word Possibility.


Who would choose this?



Over this?



Saturday, June 18, 2016

Father's Day


"  ...a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again," 
Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2 William Shakespeare

My relationship with my father was and is complex. Suffice to say I love him as much for his faults as I do for his virtues. So it is for all the world, if we be compassionate, rational beings. I miss him.


Fallen

On May 29
At 2:15 am
The moon rises

It is a gibbous moon.
Pale yellow.
Like young wheat...

When we heard you fell,
we didn't know you died.

But that young man
who swooped me up
with one arm
after work
with a scent of tar
and slate

Never came home.

Instead,
two different men
replaced our dad.

One a quiet charmer, thoughtful,
bright and sharp.
Terse on most subjects
of any import.

The other a Devilish drunk
who loved to squeeze too tight
and smelled of beer
and booze and too many smokes.

But they both shared
a sad, proud limp.

I never asked him what
date it had been.
I knew it was a Saturday,
then
but I never knew
his anniversary
marking the day
He fell