Monthly Archives: April 2018

Dim December’s light breaking dawn of Winter’s night reveals a naked frozen bough hosting the chorus of crows rousing us to a morning thick in ice where nothing flows save time alone leaving tiny gifts in the feeder cleared of … Continue reading →

Available on Amazon! It’s really nice to be of Italian heritage.  I mean, we can’t ALL be Italian!  If I wasn’t Italian I would probably choose to be Irish; or Greek.  Tough choice. Growing up Italian means growing up in … Continue reading →

Gone 14 years today. I went to our “library” room today paneled in English walnut furnished with a leather sofa where one can sit while visiting the ashes. A quiet space within an already quiet space a space of quiet … Continue reading →

Is this my time or not? Time flows into a man makes its home there then flows away ; the man remains but his time has passed. There was a time when the world was mine and you were mine … Continue reading →

For Poppa who never flew; but his children did. I saw “Wings” with my father when I was young; Best Picture of ‘29 like him, splendidly silent in a world of black and white He was 12 in ‘29; anointed … Continue reading →

Today is the 5th anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing.   Martin Richard, just 8 years old was killed in the attack. “Peace” “No more hurting people” A little prince wise beyond his years eyes filled with promise of great … Continue reading →

For Michael Carmine who might have been 43 on Tuesday and his mom, JoAnn Marie-Louise, gone 14 years on Thursday. She sits beneath a massive oak in the Garden of Noble Women Garden of the Promise for those who have … Continue reading →

Words have consequences. A couple of days ago I put up a post about recent job losses suffered by a number of conservative commentators on television and radio over remarks expressed about abortion and the teen survivors of the Parkland … Continue reading →

The kitchen witch still hangs in the window dangling from a string along with the spirits and distant echos She moves ever so slightly as if a ghost had passed a little too close The sun shines on her and … Continue reading →

Walking South, tall and lithe high heels clicking young men turning catching a surreptitious glimpse from behind. Before her descent into the subway, heading home she gazes in Bonwit’s windows at the scarves. Breathing deeply, somewhat flushed she enters, walking … Continue reading →