Monthly Archives: June 2011

Why are those stars Just a little out of reach Why does the moon evade me Where are those words promised me? The sun casts searing looks The moon looks  down and sneers My flowers toss in beds Who sees me … Continue reading →

The zithered day vibrates and speaks to me Yet I hear the harped nocturne Of Nite For it’s in the darkling hours When this poet’s thoughts Are most blessed With lite and serendipity I covet the Nite As he sheds his satin cloak Enfolding my doubts … Continue reading →

If I had my druthers and about twelve million bucks, I’d stay in New York, but I’d  live in a place like Murray Hill Mews in the East Thirties, or MacDougal Alley in Greenwich Village. “Nah, you wouldn’t,” asserts my friend.   … Continue reading →

I was about five years old,  in bed, recovering from a bad cold.  I hadn’t seen my dad for a couple of months.  Suddenly, an arm thrust forward into the doorway with a Raggedy Ann doll in hand.  No daddy … Continue reading →

The guy wore plaid pants with suspenders, a short-sleeved shirt, bow tie, and a camera slung around his neck.  His lady was petite and pony-tailed, wearing a peasant-style dress, and brown and white loafers.  They were walking east on 86th … Continue reading →

The other day I bought a “genuine designer” wallet from a guy running from the cops.  Cost – seven bucks.  Later, I had a corned beef on rye at a famous New York deli.  For that, I forked over thirteen … Continue reading →

This story has been calling to me from my back burner for far too long and insistently.  The events surrounding the “shapeup” of the chocolate ladies were not done in my time, but told to me by a favorite aunt, … Continue reading →