Claustrophobic ambitions can never set one free.  Thunderstorms and broken inhibitions are a recipe for love. 

An Unexpected Lunch Date

He brought her to an Italian restaurant and ordered a bottle of red wine. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a week away from Christmas so both of their schedules were clear. The restaurant was set up to look like a dimly lit cave somewhere - so there were candles on their table and they were in the back of the room within an encircled section. 

Ready

The temperature is cold and the sky is dark...the morning comes… Birds gossiping in the trees, squirrels mining their acorns and cats moaning in heat. Brooklyn brownstones, streets of cobblestones and the Manhattan Bridge…

Sensories in Life

roll up them shades and feel the breath of the sun upon your skin

Whispers of Memories

Scenes from an old coffee shop in Coney Island where we used to go...too much sugar in that small cup made your tongue taste sweeter than it should have. It must have been me, must have been my fault. I had no idea, I had no clue - I still have no idea and have no clue - but I can act the part and write the lines myself.

Tough and Gentle

He is sitting there, no light in his eyes Who stole it or did he sell it to the man living on the border line by the river Diablo? That tall man with the crooked conscience who will never learn how to live true… It's sad when you really think about it but who has time or energy to think anymore.

Tough and Gentle

He is sitting there, no light in his eyes Who stole it or did he sell it to the man living on the border line by the river Diablo? That tall man with the crooked conscience who will never learn how to live true… It's sad when you really think about it but who has time or energy to think anymore.

Nurture

Tony was a heavy set kid and was dark skinned. In Brooklyn he had often been mistaken as a spanish kid. It never bothered him since his best friend, Bobby, was from Mexico City and they were often mistaken as brothers. Also, in Brooklyn, it never really mattered whether he was Spanish, Italian or Jewish; he was liked for who he was - Tony.

Time Pieces (Working title) Chapter 4

o the question persisted - were the events in the world, in the lives we live, random or planned? Was I chosen or was the archer blind? The trajectory of life is not just a one off shot. We are thrust up from birth and we are flung, we are thrown, we are tossed like a baseball or dropped like a scalding piece of iron - we are watched, scolded, reprimanded, bent out of our natural shape and forced into cages with invisible bars. The wardens in our prisons are bankers, lawyers and bosses. Spouses, teachers, family and friends play the part of loved ones yet hold us in their preconceived needed visions of whom they need us to be. The trigger is pulled, the arrow is slung, the sun has risen...the bell has rung and the fucking alarm clock is screaming out that it's time to stop dreaming. Fantasy morphs into reality and no change in the past can change the present I find myself in. Sherry had found, lost and found her life again and I had too much and nothing at all to do with it. As I watched her disappear her memory began to fade from my mind; what she looked like, sounded like and tasted like.

Water is Boiling – We have all Failed

The media is biased to the point of irritation and driven to increase the ratings have elevated the amount of hatred and anger to new levels. Everyone from late night talk show hosts, who claim to be the "good guys," to the pontificating radio talk show hosts who claim that everyone is wrong because they are "right," are to blame. They should be charged with inciting riots of hatred, bigotry and for ringing the division bells across the country

Time Pieces (working title) chapter 3

Sherry was staying at the same hotel as myself - we went to check if our rooms were ready and only mine was. She accompanied me to my room so she could “freshen up.” Her lips were puffy and her smile was soft. Her eyes were blue and her hair was jet black. She wore a pantsuit and a mans white shirt beneath the blazer. Her lipstick was red and her eyeliner was black. Her neck was long and tasted like perfume - a sweet and intoxicating flavor. When we finally got to the room we fell onto the bed and stayed there for the next several hours. She was a supermodel and somehow made me into a superman that afternoon. I truly was grateful for my 50 year old knowledge and 26 year old body.

Home Again

I found my way down to Los Gatos in California. I was led there by another woman named, Danielle, who's father worked at Netflix in some high powered job there. She promised me a job there and a place to live. I lived with her and her sister for two years; working in the marketing department of Netflix for a while and then shifting over to work in San Jose at Happy Hollow Park Zoo for what seemed like eternity but in reality was only for a month. It was at the end of that month that I met Tracey, a graphic designer and recently a divorcee.

Take it Picture – It lasts Longer

It sneaks up this spirit called, "Time." It moves quicker or slower than we could ever imagine. Some days and nights feel as if we are waiting for the rust to form on the bars that surround us. Some days and night pass and we are left to wonder who changed the measurements of time?

A World Unformed and Void…

Are you, all of you, superior? If that is so then why do you lower yourself to an animal’s standards? If you are high above the black, white and the grays; then why are you confined to a world without color?

Songs of Spirals and Flights

Her name is Sara and she is 32 years old, divorced with two children. Her children are 6 and 8 - both girls - she shares custody with her ex-husband, Hank, who takes them on the weekends to his home, two blocks north of where she is. Sara stands by the kettle and whispers, “Come on already,” as if her urging will incite the water to hit the temperature which will cause the water to boil when she will then pour that water into the cup with the instant coffee, one packet of sugar and milk already in place waiting to be forever united as her first cup in the morning.

Tales from the F Train Chapter 7 Jason

4th Street He jumps off the train and walks up the stairs to the next level. Groups of men are sleeping on the floor which leads to the exit. An older lady with newspapers covering her body is asking for spare change while two men wrestle on the floor beneath an advertisement for menthol cigarettes. New York City - horns honking, squeegee men, cool May air with a touch of humidity making it seem cooler. He looked up and saw the entrance to, “Nells.” Walked around some groups waiting on line and spoke to the girl up front.

Tales from The F Train Chapter 6 Irene

She looked over at the woman standing close to her and said, as if in mid conversation; “She left me in 1936. She was coughing blood. We stopped drinking, smoking and whatever just to get her better. We went to church and the Father said she was doomed to die because of her sins.” The lady nodded in recognition as if she was in on the story. She didn't speak or understand a word of english.

Hatred

We must look into each others eyes and recognize that we are all made of the same flesh and blood. Different ideology but the same biology. Accept the differences and celebrate them. Listen to each other and the words, emotions and expressions that are being communicated.

Tales from the F Train Chapter 5 – Max and Sophia (part 2)

Time did not stop for either of them; a year passed and they each filled their time with stuff that life throws at you. For Max it meant drinking too much and sleeping too little. For Sophia it meant working while trying to absorb the Italian culture as much as possible. They each dated other people, thought about each other, began to contact the other and then quickly stopped. The feelings of regret, broken parts, missing each other and what ifs, slowly began to dissipate as time kept on doing it's job as only time can.

Tales from the F Train Chapter 5 – Max and Sophia (part 1)

He was dressed in a black tuxedo, white shirt and black bowtie and vest. His vest was unbuttoned and his collar open. He had dark features; dark hair, eyes and skin; stood at five feet nine inches. He was in his late 20’s. Sophia was dressed in a black gown with a slit from her waist on down. She was around five foot six while wearing a pair of Italian heels. She had dirty blonde hair which fell behind her, dark skin which contrasted perfectly against her green eyes. She was also in her late 20’s and