Memories of moments fade away But again the things you see before you wake – Jacco Gardner The desk light … More


Our star, the sun, indifferent to our pains, our hopes, our dreams.

The Invention of Sound

There is a place, beneath the rain, where red wild flowers grow It is a scheme, far from the scenes, … More

Ipsum Forever

I’m reading John Keats. On the long drive home. From a faraway place. I come, closer.   The end of … More


My eyes are closed, and it’s dark, almost black. My head hurts from the night before, and I remember falling … More

We’ll Talk Later

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded … More

Frank O’Hara

A re-quote of Meditations. A used up personal improvement. I could mention Marcus Aurelius, or maybe even Proust. But, I … More


I’ve always had a sunny disposition to the streets and the hard angles of the city. The long drives and … More


Cruising, tripping, laughing, hurting, smiling, running, waving, and walking away.


Pick up the phone. Think, this time carefully. A text would be easier, but a phone-call isn’t such a big … More