I went to the Mauna Kea gathering today and stood off by myself, the eternal outsider. I think when you decide to share yourself with others, on the page, canvas or carved in stone, you step outside yourself, otherwise how can you see who you are or where you are? I...
Man, this one is going to be a bitch to write about, because getting it right feels terribly challenging at the moment. We should start at the beginning, which involves me sitting on my cushion, a daily discipline of mine. You know, when you try to sit absolutely...
A couple of mornings ago, I was on my stationary bike, going nowhere in a hurry. After being forced to give up running, following four plus decades and an angry leg, I snug on earphones and listen to my music. My head is filled with sound and my body seems to...
When I graduated Queens College in ’66, I was working at NBC as a page, a glorified usher working on the Tonight Show, amongst others. I hadn’t saved much money, but wanted to buy a car very badly. One of the least expensive was the Volkswagen Beetle, which I think...
I knew what is about to happen was going to take place, but I wasn’t sure how it would manifest. Now, that’s the beginning of a Stephen King story, but I am sorry to say it just another post from yours truly. I put up my last one on Friday and wondered what I’d do...
