Destinies and Passions

Be persistent - stay persistent and be passionate about Find your passion - it took me 50 years to realize that my passion is putting words onto paper and watching them take on a life of their own.

You go out socializing and people look at you as if you are an alien because of how you dress, act or walk. The world is constantly trying to enforce conformity imprisonment on each person.  

Wait a minute! You ain’t heard nothin’ yet!

With the advent of the vhs in the 1980s, my father used to watch, “The Jolson Story”, “Jolson Sings again” and of course, “The Jazz Singer,” over and over again. I remember it so clearly how he would get so emotional during these movies. I wondered was he crying from the songs, the realities of […]

John Ono Lennon

In late November of 1980 I heard that John Lennon was releasing a new album. I was excited to hear what he had to say. The first song I heard was, “Starting Over” a love song about always remembering that there was a time when love was the binding force between 2 strangers. The next […]

I am What I am

The aches and pains of exercising my right to feel and think freely can be exhausting and painful. Advils and other muscle relaxers don’t ease the pains involved. It’s a brain and heart changing ways of living. I don’t belong to any one team in this day and age of us vs them. I am […]

After all

The world is spinning out of control, has been for a while. It was spinning, spinning and used to have a reason. Now the days all blend into the nights and the nights never seem to end. Planet is filled with dinosaurs who are on their last breath. It’s all going, going… Gone are the […]

Goodbye to those Memories…

Remembering a friendship, like a midnight walk through town. You see the taverns and the dark alleys.

Simplicity in Love

mi ricorderò per sempre, il tuo profumo, il tuo tocco, le tue labbra sulle mie labbra ... anche se era solo una notte ...

Memories or Where did the Time Go?

Reminiscing being in 7th and 8th grade with a great group of friends... Over 40 years ago.. Why are the memories so clear? Is it because I've edited out some scenes or changed the endings in my mind?

A Dream or simply a Fear

There are no excuses...

Poison and Theft

Poison and Theft and a wealth of rationalizations.

The Stranger in the reflection, only confirms your intuition that you are not who you think you are, will be or ever was...

Deceptive Truth

Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…

The Muttering River Chapter 4

For the rest of the summer we explored. We explored different areas, riding by bicycle and going for long walks. We had explored each other and learned all about what Bob Seger called, “Night Moves.” 

Silence in the Voices

Is it an omen that the ominous signs seem to be disappearing behind those ominous clouds up in the sky? I close my eyes I listen for His words but all I hear is deafening silence. 

The Muttering River Chapter 3

It was a humid evening and the Rabbi pronounced us man and wife. The river was roaring past us as the sun beat down on the altar and the glass was shattered. 

The Bright Darkness

It's a sense of Independence and knowing and wanting more and more. It's fucking frightening and you sometimes wonder if anyone cares or can ever comprehend what you are going through.

When the time has Run out…

When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?

The Muttering River

The lake was on the other side of the county - I never really went there too often since I felt, in a strange way, that I was cheating on the river by enjoying the lake. Strange since I also felt like I was cheating on Jacklyn by enjoying Sandy.

The Muttering River – Chapter 1

I would be hanging out with my friends in the parking lot of the diner, laughing and flirting with the girls and suddenly a blanket would fall over me. I would feel a sense of dread, like a bruise inside of me pulsating...I would go use the bathroom and then find my way to the river.  This happened often and then too often.