Jane Fonda has been in the news lately for her staged ‘civil disobedience,’ in Washington. She gets arrested, and released every Friday. Some environmental protest. I’m so far left, Karl Marx would … [Read more...] about No Jane, Not Now, Not Ever

“She’s had a rich life...” I heard that, again, today. “Your mom has had a full, rich life.” The richness, the wealth, has dwindled to loose change now, maybe a dime, and a few pennies. Every time … [Read more...] about Florida Sunset…

“An unbroken string of days is all that brought us here. Eat some, sleep some, drink some, fuck some and fight some and here we are. An army of scoundrels, like me, like you, pulling’ and pushin’ and … [Read more...] about Jimmy B. On Salvation

The summer always ended on his porch, the neighbor, Harry McCabe, down the dirt path dead-end by the water. Feet up on the surrounding stone and cement wall, leaning back in the kitchen chairs we’d … [Read more...] about Harry McCabe

I’m watching this guy struggle, mightily, with the vending machine. Peering deep inside at the collected offerings, kneeling down, then standing, then peering deep inside again. Hands on the glass, … [Read more...] about In an Elevator, In a Nursing Home, somewhere…

My aunt Betty sends me cards in the mail. She is the very last one. She doesn’t snap a pic of a photo she found and text it to me, she goes and finds a card, and sits down with a pen and writes to me … [Read more...] about Aunt B

There is a burial ground about a mile from my home. I live in the north. The ancient cemetery was marked with a NY State historical marker proclaiming “Colored Cemetery,” or it was twenty-thirty … [Read more...] about Slave