Night Music: O’Sullivan’s March

April 30, 2018


Poem: Hard Times

April 30, 2018



It’s hard to distinguish the fragrance of Geurlain

from that of pan-fried potato latkes

when you’re beneath a barstool

amid the boot-crushed butts and spilled beers.


It’s hard to carve an eagle when the tempest

of emotions coats the back of your throat

with a cold glue that no creative

surge can moisten nor free up nor reduce to tears.


It’s hard to say what tipped the scales, what failed to

gel, what failed to gather to you the crowds

you needed for your performances

since you screwed up so many times over so many years.



Image: Diner #1

April 29, 2018

Dinner Tonight #42

April 28, 2018


This was something very different: pasta and butternut squash cake. It wasn’t bad at all.

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Night Music: A Man of Constant Sorrow

April 28, 2018

Image: Meadow

April 27, 2018

Night Music: Here Comes The Sun

April 26, 2018