I live in Manhattan and every morning I see them out there — the proud sleepy-eyed owners whose first cup of coffee hasn’t quite hit yet—tugging around by the neck their prize, their pet, their mammal-on-a-string.
From Binky to Rex, with cuteness, size, fur, and aggressiveness to suit every gender…
He lay his head on the pillow, eyes closing to the outlines of the room created by the streetlight through the curtains.
And so his ears took over the vigilance. As his body relaxed on the bed he pulled a cool smooth sheet over himself.
They had made love. She was…
“There’s a bit of magic in everything / and then some loss to even things out.” — Lou Reed
In the 1990s I…
For everything there is a season, And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak.
A time to write short stories, A time to rant truths.
I have lived in New York City way more than half my life. While there were entire life episodes in Chicago and Vermont — I always came back.
People travel from all over the world to visit this chaotic hub of human activity and I get to flâneur, sashay or…
I love music.
And all the many ways this magic elixir for the mind and body and spirit is produced.
My favorite instrument is the human voice.
Friends, readers, listeners . . . Lend me your ears.
The following songs include amazing vocal pyrotechnics.
You absolutely must listen through to…
I remember standing on a street corner with the black painter Beauford Delaney down in the Village, waiting for the light to change, and he pointed down and said, ‘Look.’ I looked and all I saw was water. And he said, ‘Look again,’ which I did, and I saw oil…
Looking down into the snow globe
as the last few flakes settle down
my mind wanders inside that small chalet in there
then down the hall to the room painted grey
where the philosophers are deconstructing nursery rhymes.
There are eight gathered here.
Unlike the twelve angry men
—they are not…
It began with my turning over and ignoring the morning alarm clock. It ended with my contacting lawyers. We are such stuff.
Moving along, there was a passing remark from my supervisor, Peter, in the cafeteria—we were both getting a coffee. I sensed it was a Monday. …