Category: Experiences

Fifty six years comes with fifty six years of experiences. Most are hum drum, some are dramatic.

Was It a Dream

Was it a dream a stolen kiss freely given a look along the bar she comes to me I stammer like a teenager how difficult can this be does he mind does he care...

Struggle

I must struggle to be young and immortal again every day an opportunity to earn a gold star to do some adulting every day more precious my life is a lever With one end...

Darkness Falls

It’s a memory not a dreamLiving in it every dayI will always be seven somewhere there is a sunlit fieldcut into a hillside of chalksomewhen darkness fallsas i wait for my brother i walk...

Children of Nineteen and Twenty

we were children of nineteen and twenty unblooded in our innocence as we walked through a minefield following the track, signs and skulls warning of danger on either side when a sound from a...

Memories of a Time That Will Be

My trusty phone just reminded me that it’s time to leave to see Aïda at the Met at 8.

I programmed in my entire season of opera when I booked my build-a-season tickets, pre-COVID. I haven’t deleted them, for just a few seconds I can remember another, better world.

Towards Becoming a Photographer

I never intended to become a protest photographer. I rarely expressed artistic creativity in my youth. I was so focused on math and sciences, always seeking the inner beauty and surety of mental constructs...

Brotherly Love

My brother and I shared a special bond, perhaps as close as twins, though we were one year apart. I was the supposedly more responsible one, but in reality we were a dynamic duo,...