I’m allergic to all the moral corruption that has rained down upon me last few years (sneezes) and Ive become misanthropic. I used to hike in high north Jersey trails and now I drive past them. I used to ride my bike into golden Summer sunsets. Now I’m just fat. I used to write deep […]
Category Archives: Self Portrait
Of graphics and junkyards
In many ways on the internet the blog has seemed separate from the Family Web site but maybe this will (reluctantly) connect the two. So this is the The Family Web Site. I say reluctantly because in many ways I don’t want them to connect. I don’t want to feel obligated to always have to […]
stories from Poland
this faraway land just a mysterious dream when I’m awake wet cobblestones in Kraków old village heritage so fresh and green a pile of freshly dug potatoes your mothers swaying flowers your fathers radiant Winter fires Come up and kiss me sometime i wont push you away Or grab me randomly and put your arms […]
things i will never regret:
Almost dying from osteomyelitis at 2 years old. Starting to drink at an early age. Joining a colorful musical cult. Failing some most math subjects at school. Hating my mother. Almost being abandoned in California by my mother. Doing LSD. Having nine siblings. Experimenting with life-crushing poverty. Almost dying while trying to swim across Farrington […]
low tide
A wooden house in eastern Europe. Elm trees. Low hills. My walking stick. “Let me sketch you.” Set yourself free. Charcoal shadows and hollow air. The earth sings goodbye to another day. Brisk and fresh. Steam and mist. There is no script. A car radio bleats the blues….my minds not right….my sideburns are lopsided…my testicles […]
Cousin Dennis
Heart of Darkness II
Fevor In twenty-four hours I had been sick and sicker then I have ever been in a long time. The aches, pains and sweating were the easy part compared to the feverish nightmares. It all began with a powerful sneeze in a train station in Seacacus NJ and very slowly advanced into a lost day […]
Diary of a Sex Addict (a play)
The Final Scene A classic red velvet curtain opens to an empty wooden stage. Butch walks out from behind the back curtain, struggling a bit with finding an opening and then almost tripping. He walks to center stage and stops in the center. A stage hand, with an unlit cigar hanging from his mouth, walks […]
Home Movies
On the plane back from Las Vegas Nevada my prized possession was a dvd that Jaybird had burned for me. Several attempts at viewing proved futile and finally a visit to a “dvd specialist” gave me the bad news. The dvd never really burned. What I had was three seconds of Comedy Centrals Happy Days. […]
“My life is holding the universe together.”
Dearest Icky-Poo-Yum-Yum, My thoughts while searching for a vector ice cream cone on “images” in Google: is art an anti-depressant? If my laptop dies, I can always learn how to paint on canvas. Do you, as a man, know the principles of basic plumbing? Do we all know that your hands are your first teachers? […]