Monthly Archives: May 2014

You could say …

You could say or you could not say you could say it is Sunday and getting somewhat hot no pretty damned hot, not even a breeze but that would not change anything, would it? Sweat in the crevice of my … Continue reading

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. In May, the market exploding with new greens, ramps and onions from drugged grey farms dormant all winter, we find morels, withered and brown, “they wintered over,” says the woman. The price is ridiculous, less than the cost of … Continue reading

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Come bright May again

. Come bright May again, with world rushing away, so many years gone by that weeks seems like days. How can I slow this down, how can I stand still on time’s spinning carousel ? The days fall forward like … Continue reading

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Pink Bike at the Art Museum

. For an early morning outing he took his daughter to the Art Museum, which he imagined in its Rocky majesty: They ran laps around the fountain and sprinted up steps to see the sunrise reflected on downtown skyscrapers: the … Continue reading

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Dean Moriarty (Neal Cassady)

. “So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over … Continue reading

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