Monthly Archive: October 2016

Right about now we’re standing somewhere out in the sticks in front of an unlikely monument looking at its polished jet surface, bit of a reflection coming off, maybe just a glint of late...

Postcard from the parlors of Rip Van Winkle Real Estate, found lying on the floor of Pandora’s Tavern. The back of the card reads: “Spectacular Panoramic View of Catskill Mountains! Build Your Dream Crematorium...

Load up the car with this week’s garbage and head out. Stop at the post office, collect junk mail, toss it on the passenger seat, head for the dump, a busy place, unload it...

“Not a pretty picture!” the stranger shouted, observing–from the far side of the parking lot–what the photographer was up to, which, to be just, was not much, much like everything else.

One more day, turning the pages, watching leaves fall, losing count, the years.