Saturday, December 31, 2011

No Standing Zone

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 Use caution when evaluating prayer.

Friday, December 30, 2011


On the verge of a New Year; here in the Western Hemisphere; 1 lays bare:
 Life is a dance, where balance is not tangential, but a skill of requisite consequence. 

 We are led to choice; again and again.
  Will we ride in style?
or sing praises
or seek escape?

Thursday, December 29, 2011


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Monkey Business

There are [of course] a range of psychological "tests." Recently, I was asked: "When you are feeling good/happy which animal do you most feel like/relate to?"

In April of 2011, I was filmed; being myself, along the Hudson River in  Saugerties, NY:

Proof positive re: my answer to the question above: A chimpanzee.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Political Heights

 On a clear day, the Party apparatus is not an escape route
 but a place to suspend my dis-belief;
 high enough to see through Democracy's maze.
 On the right;
 I bow to the Left's attempts
 stacking the noose
for Lady Liberty's neck. 
 Mahatma Gandhi: Stay with me; help me be the Change.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Monday, December 5, 2011

Fruits of Whose Labor?

Before the frost

Joseph hired two persimmon-pickers

While they climbed,

Joseph supervised

and counted his persimmon-profits.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Taking Aim

Spray-painted : Greed

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Breakfast of BKLYN champions.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Construction Crew


                       there was enough space to leave room for my curiosity.

a gust of wind has angled the gates; while Our flag does not wave; our Brooklyn soil shifts.

a boy steps toward his world:  Construction Ahead.  Where is his hard-hat?  The future is a risk.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Graffiti Gravitas

                                 Somerville, Massachusetts.  Ride Safely.
                                                                         Helmets aren't optional.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Bike Occupation

Q line en route to Manhattan.  Weekend.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Occupying Brooklyn

Shot dead
Pistol to the head

Saw it first
in a book.
 Remember them?

Battle hymn of the Republic

Some, cloaked in Christianity
others cling to Talmudic takes
Allah is one mentality.

Beyond the heroine’s grave

The hero’s heart
Our true majesty

Returning, I remembered
wasn’t necessarily
a measure of greed

And helped myself
to humankind’s
infinite knowing
and peaceful

Strength and courage
my sister

Be brave.
 Freedom saves.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A bird's life.

Life changes fast.
Life changes in the instant.  [Joan Didion: The Year of Magical Thinking]

So too, a bird’s trajectory; its intended destination —what we humans know and define as ETA [estimated time of arrival].

We are quite accustomed; reconciled to knowing when —except when we are pulled away from the predictable gamesmanship of our mornings — Bright and clear; translucent as toast.

In that moment of “change” I maneuvered the melting butter on a piece of 12-grain with a New West knife; poured a calorie conscious concoction of Florida’s Natural and Simply Grapefruit; bowed my head to give thanks for all that was before me when the storm door’s THUD  interrupted my flow.

Without hesitation’s perilous possibility, I rushed to the source of the sound and found the bird — sideways —clawed feet exposed; breathing —in what appeared to be a panicked rhythm.

My heartbeat quickened; remembering a lesson from summering lakeside in Pennsylvania:  “Never pick up a bird without a barrier between your skin and its feathers.” 

With a cocktail napkin I turned the bird upright.  Motionless, save for the evidence it supplied of still being alive —chest pounding. 

“C’mon now — you’re alright.  Get your bearings; then fly,” I said, hopefully; prayerfully.

More than ten minutes but fewer than fifteen is how long the bird needed to regain its composure.  I went to the refrigerator thinking it required some bread [for strength].   When I returned to serve it some breakfast; it was gone.

The Ambition Bird [excerpts][Anne Sexton]
The bird wants to be dropped
From a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge.
He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo
And come out painted on a ceiling.
He wants to take bread and wine
And bring forth a man happily floating in the Carribean.
He wants to take leave among strangers
Passing out bits of his heart like hors d’oeuvres.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Blue Paint Special

Lady Liberty doin' some overtime in Brooklyn Heights.  What would the French think? [hint: she [Lady Liberty] was a gift].  Yes, of course I'm a Liberty fan.  Basketball; inalienable rights --- the whole she-bang.

Sunday, October 2, 2011


Hook,  caressing a starfish [discovered @ Fort Tilden, NY]
 [squared driftwood serves as display platform [origin:Unknown].
anne sexton can help us; 
so can emily dickinson; 
sylvia plath; nikki giovanni; audre lorde; joan didion. 

some were consumed.
in the belly of my hunger
for meaning.

Sister outsider 
here is my hand
the Other 
lost @ sea

tell us where to go when our sense of direction numbs

My voice
aided by a mouthful

media access
" free " wifi

Observer; shore-line shadows
What say you?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Head of the Charles

The boiler room
Is where I sat
That day we
Kept steady; pulling full pressure
With you @ stroke
Our bow soon took

And we’ll move on
Lives away from these
Awesome as we are;
For we have wagered much
to claim our simple struggle.
Liberty shall come to the unassuming oar.

Signaling her fatigue
@ our refusal to open up
Before us bore life
With her flow
 the Connecticut.

Monday, September 12, 2011


For: CM
on my way --- it's a Go.

i won't stop
We are
Saint Petersburg
Tel Aviv

Can U C Me?

red lights

Oh say
can u c

Isn't it True?
don't we need
another Star?

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Merely a door.
Go Upright
through it.

   [a 10 word poem recognizing the 10th Anniversary of New York City's resilience and resoluteness]

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


                           because u r.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Spiff [ed] Up

The Nat Sherman family has been providing fans of tobacco [in all its forms] a place to dwell  and indulge amidst mid-town Manhattan's  steady-stream of coniousseurs and the merely curious since 1930.

Some, prefer a bowl of tobacco in a lit pipe @ Nat's members-only Johnson Room [see gentleman on right].  Others, sit confidently; reliant on the tried-and-true [see gentleman on left]:

                              Others, prefer a smoke of 'solitude.'

Standing watch; vigilant of tobacco's value --- its medicinal; sociological; anthropological dimensions @ Nat Sherman's flaghip retail location, a member of the Tribe invites and welcomes --- offering; summoning [especially on Wednesdays @ 4:00 PM]:

        do you plan on getting Spiff[ed] Up?