Like a bad drug feeding his anticipation for regular hot meals and a clean, dry bed, he agreed to their condition of driving a plain white van, shuttling the shelter’s young girls down to the business men on 24th street. An undercover food truck of nooners ordered à la carte by repressed, family men looking … Continue reading Plain white van
Category: Trifecta
Lived in
Between my OCD-collector son, and “I-might-need-that” packrat husband, we’re one cardboard box from a Hoarders episode. The only time my home will be spectacularly clean is at my wake.
Dungeons
Rebellion turns dungeons into crypts. Insurgents and dissidents, warring against injustice and despots, line the walls like so many trophies. Degraded, dehumanized, but still their souls remain free, their minds revolt against domination.
Buoyancy of life
“There wasn't some family willing to do this?” Beverly came with me to inventory Capt. Roth’s house. “He had a daughter, but she hadn’t talked to him in years, and she didn’t want anything to do with all of this.” I stifled a sneeze. The dust we were raising was killing my nose. A retired … Continue reading Buoyancy of life
Sublime chaos
Sunshine and sea breezes Quiet walks alone with my thoughts Peace of mind, no worries, no demands A few hours of meditation, To appreciate the sublime chaos Waiting at home with open arms
Written in pen
Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue. It was with some irony, that she recalled her years of being ‘good,’ when she naively believed … Continue reading Written in pen
Thin spiral notebook 