- New Paltz, New York, US
- September 21
- Founder, Chief of Deselopy (small packages); Editor (doesthismakesense.com)
- small packages, inc.
- I write.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Dear Kansas
March 03, 2014 01:05AM
- not quite whole
December 17, 2013 05:22AM
- I miss being touched.
September 12, 2013 05:04PM
- hope springs
March 20, 2013 10:26AM
March 16, 2013 06:03PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Poor Woman I wish what
you wish was true was
I was raised in two
March 12, 2014 12:22AM
- “i felt you all.
Imagination or magic, I
pretended and it
courtesy of your…”
September 13, 2013 08:09AM
- “i take it all back. Tink
vets you, so ok.
March 23, 2013 12:28PM
- “A feline or three,
March 23, 2013 08:59AM
- “You are funny, this
piece is wacky and droll at
the same time
March 21, 2013 07:55AM
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Something like this:
• Compassion is the predicate, and the guiding principle.
• Ideas are not sacred in a secular, deliberative… Read full post »
Rational people need to seize a day. Christians have Sunday,
Jews have Saturday, and Muslims have Friday.
We'll take the middle of the week. That orphan day of no-end effort, ordinary determination, measured endurance, and gritty perspicacity.
What built civilization.
It suits science. It rocks r… Read full post »
"Transport my fleshy lips" she cooed, as he closed the distance between them with all the earnest passion of a terrier who spots his favorite beef bone. And indeed their lips met in a tangled embrace of acrobatic twists and flips; their tongues formed a bridge in the pulpy caverns of… Read full post »
Under the flowering, vining weed that tops my bumper-crop grapes, I sit, brush away bees, and talk to my dying mother.
"I'm off the insulin. Not off. They just...I miss...my sugar is down. So I'm off the insulin, I think."
She's breaking up. Her voice is slurred; she tells me: codeine… Read full post »
With adults I can decide to write it all down.
With teen daughters, I have a stop-already, and a
let-it-go. Or else epithet-a-tete. But if I write it down, I
must in all ways respect them and myself. These are my
The trouble, though, so typical, is, partly, respect.… Read full post »
SETTING: The desert plain outside Sodom
LOT is a Religious lunatic/hustler with a gambling problem
LOT's WIFE (WIFE) is a yenta, shrewd, unhappy about leaving town
SYCOPANTUS (SYCO): Greek assistant to LOT; slave/crony; fey, not flaming
(Warm, generous pair of spotlights on center stage, sta… Read full post »
Due to illness this has been postponed as a Mohonk Event until next Spring.
On Oct. 10th Kate and I will host a Write Saturday here in New Paltz. Same workshop, no Mohonk, but it will be at my house, which isn't shabby, and we will… Read full post »
Die Hard 6:
A Briss in the Bronx
Willis rediscovers his Jewish roots, and goes undercover as the Moiling Mohel, a two-fisted Rabbi ready for a reckoning with a runaway Satmar sect, Gehenna-bent on eradicating secular Judaism. He must act quickly, as there are incendiary bombs
… Read full post »
This is the deep end. I have been thinking about this post for more than a year. I muster all my ability for this, all my compassion. My hope. And I must evolve, as I write, if this is to be a success. Because I am imperfect.
I struggle with the written… Read full post »
This is one of the best pieces of advice I have ever followed.
Especially as a parent of (shudder, grimace) teens.
Had enough? Declared new rules? Banned "The Hills" and all such ilk? Not allowing cell phones at your dinner table? Enforcing that your teens txt u when they move from Someone's… Read full post »
Okay, can we see
by the dawn's early light
and so proudly let's hail
though the twilight's last gleaming:
our broad minds,
and bright stars,
through this perilous life.
We pledge hearts and stand watch
o'er our right to keep dreaming
that the rocket's red glare?
the bomb's bursting in air?… Read full post »
A man goes into the doctor's office.
O wait. You want the whole thing? details? the shaggy dog version?
OK. Back up then. A man goes into his wife's doctor's office. They already knew this was That Kind of Visit, because it was the oncologist and she was told to 'bring your husband'.
Uterine… Read full post »
My Retreat weekend started on Friday night. My daughter Rocky graduated with high honors, from her excellent and very competitive high school*. Here is one of the few images, after the pomp, wherein she (on left, Eli, my youngest, on right) isn't making faces.
I got the two things I… Read full post »
artist's conception of the clean-up
When the fen marshes were swole'd o'er from Tonius the Small's split galleons, from whose sticky, bleeding wounds leaked deep fathoms-full of naptha and stench, the people rose up. "Enough, sir!" they shouted, and "Foul!" they declaimed, in their right/… Read full post »
In a cove inside me:
still water, rock arching
over a blue and white boat.
Sturdy. Faded paint,
but vivid above the salt line,
a man and a boy: fixed on something,
patient, waiting on what is
underneath, something sure, to rise,
without violence; something dark and nutritious.
Th… Read full post »
My father had us pick bagworms off the yard trees. Wasn't
so bad, but we hated it. It meant crawling into and under
coniferous shrubs, up into the dark of pines he trimmed into
perfect, 10-foot tapers.
The bagworms clung tight. Manufactured from excreta and bits of needles, they stung our… Read full post »
on a weathered outcrop,
a hand-tinted version of Heathcliff's ruddy barrens,
minus his beetled brow
I do not brood. I wait. I tell you all I see.
No true trees.
The scribbled draws erode out
in all directions, meagre with dwarf scrub pine and stunted willow.
Some end a… Read full post »
I recently sent a PM to promote my latest post, and I made
a sacred oath to comment on everyone before I posted again.
So I did.
NOTE: There is a longer note at the end, and the presence of avatar images means nothing. I started to do it then stopped.… Read full post »
Weeks before my older brother Chris fled to St. Louis, to live
with the father who abused him as a child, he and I and my little
brother Kirk and my sister Dana had our last rowdy-dowdow.
Our final Irish fight.
My brothers and I lived with my mom, who was occasionally… Read full post »