Dearly departed

Bubby was 89 when she died
I’ll never forget the day the ambulance came
Into the small maid’s room
She lived off the kitchen of my grandparents’ apartment
With her calico comforter and the smell of old age
Two white garbed black men with rubber soles
Wheeled the gurney in and my great grandmother out
Later, facing the wet wind at the [...]

The drunk and the dead

So old man Mailer died this weekend at 84. He had a good long life.
I met him once, when I was working at Rolling Stone.  RS head honcho Jann Wenner had rented out a swank Midtown Manhattan restaurant for a luncheon in honor of the aging ’enfant terrible’ of American letters, whose ”Harlot’s Ghost” (1991) was being [...]

Reflection

I fill my head
With Authors
Who think just like me.
I surround myself
With mirrors
to reflect normality.

Sweet Revenge

The milky ways and snickers bars have safely been put away in jars, the candy corn and sticky suckers, were thrown away along with the other remnants of last night’s candy binge. The annual autumnal bachanalia is over; the pagans have all returned to the church of commerce.
The parade is over; the long slow march from November to [...]