Monthly Archives: April 2020

You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing,  unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading →

. . . Most of you know I live in the semi-boonies of Florida in a small, gated, not particularly wealthy community adjacent to a typical Florida swamp.  Inside our community, which is a virtual wild life sanctuary, live birds … Continue reading →

  Well its another day I haven’t bothered to shave.  No one is coming to my door anytime soon.  My grey hair definitely has that shaggy look and may soon be long enough for a short pony tail. Haven’t had … Continue reading →

Under the school desk, knees together waiting for the bomb to fall while picking at the Bazooka gum stuck there since last semester There was fear in 1950 but nothing happened; no tanks appeared no men with machine guns came … Continue reading →

“Flower” by Pamela Ann Torres Created in her newly found “spare time.” Done in “Magic Marker” and pastel chalks. P.S. – SOLD!  Yawzah! Stay safe my friends. We will dance again. .

Binging with my posse!  What will it be guys? Toy Story, Frozen or Monsters University? “Toy Story please Mom!  Where’s the chips?” . 🙂

This must have been how it was; peering down from a hillside orchard to see Reggio or Napoli shining below for the last time looking like acres of clean cardboard as he walked away with what he could carry; hard … Continue reading →

Her call is growing weak and her wings are turning gray Where will she go the aging dove of peace? Young kites and crows laugh knowing that her time has passed while she sings in delusion that anyone is listening. … Continue reading →

.Mommy is teaching me how to eat spaghetti with a fork!  She says its a skill every Italian boy must learn!  No more spoon! Mommy made fresh home made spaghetti for me for lunch! Look mom! No spoon! Then I … Continue reading →

For Michael Carmine who might have been 45 this Friday and his mom, JoAnn Marie-Louise, gone 16 years .this weekend. R.I.P. She sits beneath a massive oak in the Garden of Noble Women Garden of the Promise for those who … Continue reading →