From the photo book “Through the Lens: Yellow Rivers”, edited by P. McTurate

Unconditional Love, Neutered

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…

`“Sleepless Night” — digital collage by AleXander Hirka

Restless Horizontal

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…

Sunset over our corner — 112th Street and St. Nicholas Avenue

It’s A Bird, It’s A Plane, It’s . . .

Most of the time as I walk around the city my focus is on people.

I have been granted a limited time visit to this planet and humans are my favorite—and least favorite—aspect to examine for my reports to send back home.

And—when I’m not busy watching my step—I look up at the sky! That amazing ever-changing canopy of clouds that often blanket this city.

Lend Me Your Ears For A Fall Into Mood Indigo

“There’s a bit of magic in everything / and then some loss to even things out.” — Lou Reed

(Writers have been known to keep bees, yes—and even peacocks . One writer collected butterflies — and I, since my teen years, collected songs.)

In the 1990s I…

Sorry, the jacket is currently not available online. Photo by AleXander Hirka

Which 9/11 Are You Not Forgetting?

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.
— Ecclesiastes

A time to write short stories, A time to rant truths.
— Hirka

People and Trees at Woodlawn Cemetery

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…

Slide These Down Your Auditory Canal

I love music.

And all the many ways this magic elixir for the mind and body and spirit is produced.

Friends, readers, listeners . . . Lend me your ears.

“Buildings On The Peaks”

Careful, You’ll Fall Into The Sky

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…

“Snowy Night Of The Soul” — digital collage by AleXander Hirka

Awaiting the Breakthrough

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…

photo/digital collage byAleXander Hirka — sleeping harvester by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

Gravity of Employment

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. …

aleXander hirka

Writer, visual artist, philosopher, autodidact, curmudgeon. More than half of what i do is make believe.

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