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Cooking & Confinement
October 13, 2023
Just a short couple of months into the Covid-19 lockdown, I was on the phone with my Aunt, and she said that she and my cousins had been on the phone...
“Goodbye, Ron”
October 3, 2023
(to quote Bret Stephens in The New York Times the morning after the first Republican debate of 2023)
At Season’s Beckon
September 28, 2023
Planning a seasonal change to a cocktail menu is very much like planning a Dinner Party: you consider the expected guests, the availability of seasonal...
The Laundering of American Fascism
March 17, 2023
Something’s afoot at the Gray Lady. Whether it’s the title of a recent opinion piece by Damon Linker entitled “My fellow liberals are exaggerating the...
An Essay for The Fourth of July
July 3, 2022
Fascism is ascendent in America, racism remains not woven into the cloth of this Country, but its very thread, and with the six “Conservative” justices...
“Let’s call this song exactly what it is”
June 1, 2022
An exploration of how we reached this dark precipice:
Whose Comfort?
March 9, 2022
I was riding the Red Line North to Howard last month when a fairly average looking man absolutely lost it because another man was standing with his back to...
Pictures From A Pandemic
January 6, 2022
A few weeks ago, as Omicron reared it’s ugly spike, I decided to start going through the archive of photos I took during quarantine to see if I could...
Red Line Poem
November 20, 2021
I wrote this poem this afternoon. I needed to do something constructive with my swelling anger: Red Line Poem As the train moves, the orange mesh along the...
Steppin’ Out
September 16, 2021
As my Father has sagely observed, “no one asks to be born.” Whatever ontological understanding you apply to the passage from “the forceps to the stone,”...
Delta Dawn
August 11, 2021
(“Delta Variant Blues” was already taken…)
The Reentry
July 22, 2021
Comes with a poem!
Creativity and Covid
July 14, 2021
Creativity and Covid When the first fifteen cases of Covid-19 had just started to metatastize into the first wave of a plague, I was on the bus on the phone...
Revisiting
June 29, 2021
A year ago, with a madman in the Whitehouse, and no vaccines in sight, I wrote this poem. I share as we re-emerge into the world again…. 4th I had a dream in...
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