Lady Mirage

Guest post: The lady strolled in sepia, through a Technicolor crowd A woman from another time, another place allowed A gentleman to tip his hat, with hope to catch her eye And earn the slightest hint of smile, as she goes walking by He had no hat to tip, as the pavement lay beyond her … Continue reading Lady Mirage

Parts Unknown

Guest Post: Part of me is gone, you know I’ve left for parts unknown, and though You hear my voice, you rub my hands I’m living in forgotten lands, where Voices only I will know, are laughing loud And whispering low, you look concerned You shouldn’t be, exchanging glances I don’t see With unseen faces … Continue reading Parts Unknown

Don’t Ever Guilt Me

I’m sorry, not. I’ll never … not ever … apologize for who I am ... for what I have ... or for how my life’s unfolded. I’m white, a middle-class success … and I worked for what I have. And I’m a man. Don’t bother trying to guilt me … about anything … ’cause I’m not some … Continue reading Don’t Ever Guilt Me

September 12, 2001

Every now and then life slips into technicolor … because a particular moment is so glorious … or so frightfully tragic. We've  all seen things we wish we could unsee … and we tuck that hard stuff deep down inside. And it stays safe there … until something wakes it up. In this morning’s twilight-sleep, … Continue reading September 12, 2001


Kidhood should happen when you turn nine … maybe ten. And last until the day you turn fourteen. Then it’s over. Done. That’s when everything you’ve learned starts to count. For real. Tommy Scott taught me to follow directions … by diagramming touch-football plays on my bony chest … with his stiff index-finger. The McCann … Continue reading Kidhood

The Cracks In My Heart

“But you saw no fault … no cracks in my heart And you knelt beside … my hope torn apart But the ghosts that we knew ... will flicker from view And we'll live a long life” My father’s name was Connie … and he was impossibly strange.   Black Irish. Latin features ... Roman nose, … Continue reading The Cracks In My Heart

One Bad Kid

Leland Dodge spent his middle school years dodging one very bad kid. He loved his middle school … he just hated the third floor quad. His math and science classes met there. It’s also where he met Dutch Holland. The one very bad kid. Leland Dodge went by “Fiver”. That’s what everybody called him. He … Continue reading One Bad Kid

Leave ‘Em Alone

“Genius is childhood recalled at will.”  Charles Baudelaire Know why geniuses are so rare?  Because the art of reliving  … of remembering … of recollecting ... is lost. Maybe not forever. But it's surely rare. Too many people have no rearview mirrors. No chronicle. The here and now is all that matters. This moment. The right-now-moment.  … Continue reading Leave ‘Em Alone