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I started my day of writing with an odd observation: breasts are trouble. Breasts are trouble for everyone, not the least are they trouble for the women who have to wear them. While on my way to the office, I noticed a woman marching down the sidewalk. One of her breasts was a bit askewContinue reading “September 12, 2020”

I tried. I did , I did. I am weak and I am hooked on Facebook. Perhaps, I can return to the on-line world very carefully. No scrolling anymore. Just an occasional peek? Hahahahahahahah. Best of luck with that. I am so intensely worried about our end of days that I can’t look away. ItContinue reading “September 11, 2020”

I start each day with a variation on the following statement: “One of the worst things about getting older is…”. After that opening, I just fill in the blank. I am boring myself with it. On we go. When my mother was in her forties, she complained about the arthritis and I didn’t believe her.Continue reading “September 7, 2020”

I am witnessing one of the more interesting outfits a man could wear, being worn, by a man.  A fellow is dressed completely in black except for some turquoise tennis/walking shoes.  The look is so complete.  He has on a little black mask, stretchy and fitted, tailored.  On his left arm is a compression wrapContinue reading “September 6, 2020”

Steady habit draws me back to this place, my chair, my breathing air. This is my room, a good place to go and get out of the house. I am here with a tea and a bagel, my electronic devices, my thoughts and a background of busyness. The radio is still playing, same as anyContinue reading “September 5, 2020”

Why do I have such a hard time sleeping? Why am I making silly mistakes managing my life? (spending too much, drinking too much, eating too many donuts, watching too much television) I am, as many seem now to be, denying the stress I am feeling and wondering why we are screwing up. What doesn’tContinue reading “September 4, 2020”

I have sequestered myself at the office again. I am late arriving because Thursday is my on-line piano lesson. I am not so sure why I continue with the lessons, I never practice much any more. Not having a singing season to attend or the open mic nights has put me off my rhythm inContinue reading “September 3, 2020”

Dash two My everything bagel has been burnt a little bit. My tea is in a bent paper cup and it is too hot. It’s going to be a day. That is not the whole story. All around are other things burning, world wide news-wise. There are confused and hesitant steps toward the future. WhereContinue reading “September 2, 2020”

What is it makes art, art? With the sun down,this low, dusty hill murmurs to quiet.At the tired house where a door hangs, crucified from one half of hinge,you can almost hear thatlight, whispering radio soundsremain within.The helmeted cops are probably,only recently gone on? Outside, almost hidden in heat blistered trees,are petty birds who’ve ceasedContinue reading “A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July twelve, nine-thirty P.M.”

Start again. I had nothing to do (uh…not true, there was plenty but it wasn’t appealing.) I watched a documentary about Wynn Handman. I never heard of Wynn Handman. Wynn Handman ran a theatre and taught acting (still teaches) in New York City. Oh New York, Oh Greenwich Village, Oh the days…the long gone days.Continue reading “August 25, 2020”