Years ago, when I stomped through the streets of Manhattan stuck in the trenches of survival mode, my favorite way of obtaining peace and solace was speeding through Times Square from 3:00-4:00AM on the back of my friend David’s motorcycle. In the city that never sleeps, this hour was the one interlude when all the [...]
We’ve come a long way LA, from the body of water on the West side that brought my beneficiaries to shore, to the lake in the East lit with Silver that I’ll bathe in until my hair no longer weaves through the rugged hands of your hard time. LA, I surfed your unicorn-rippled waves, and I sank in your [...]
“L.A. Love Affair” At the end of the day L.A… You’re still the basin of all my aspirations, the stream of consciousness that keeps the wine in my blood flowing, the waterfall that cascades “This May be Love” so says Jimi “like one of those daydreaming fools.” Deep in the Valley where all your hopes [...]
NEW YORK You made a woman out of me, Manhattan. You – with your iron will, mammoth hands, and enchantingly unforgiving height. It’s no wonder you were a soldier in another life, possessing the best and worst of times, purple triumphs, and the most lurid crimes. Unwittingly, I fell into your fold twice when I [...]
It happened instantly, the change you made in me, the response to the questions I don’t know how to ask, and the awakening of “ A Love Supreme.” I drink my red wine to your tones over and over, and you swim through my veins in the deep end. I make a toast to you, [...]
I wrote the following poem in 1999 for Jon Accarrino and all of our friends at Ithaca College. I was highly against electronic communication back then. Of course, now the very method of correspondence that I so adamantly refused to embrace is what has reconnected us all. We should be lying on our backs in [...]
A malnourished orphan – that’s what was expected. But a round fiery five-month-old soul landed in your arms on that Mother’s Day in Chicago. Pigtails and ponies Climbing up the swing set you put together in the backyard Pink dance recitals and piano practice The moments you cried when I sang and danced for you [...]
It was my dear mom’s birthday today. That’s us in the above picture. Looking at this photograph on the born-day of the woman who has been my devoted supporter, unfaltering nurturer, sternest critic, and most enthusiastic fan triggers two immediate thoughts. They are: A. I have an enormous head. Huge. Just huge. And B. My [...]
