A Writer, Really….How Lovely!


Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best friend calls because we are sleighed in the …

Souls…. In Literature and In Life


Not always, but habitually I can see straight through most pretenders.  I can’t read palms or look into your eyes and tell you all about your future, but, simply give me some time alone with your words, in person or in print and in a brief while, I will see your heart.  I’m not talking …

Another Wintry Dawn


I realize that I write about early mornings repetitively, but, I am so excited about the dawning of a new day, I have no restraint.  What possibilities lay ahead and how can I make this day count in truly meaningful ways?  This morning is black; still, I can make out a fine icy dusting of …

Bless Me Mother


Bless me Mother For I know things Things that I Never Wanted to know Bless me Mother for I am spinning Upon the baked soil Bare feet, raw toes Dancing, weaving Cursing, birthing Singing, a cherished tune Beneath the frosted moon Toiling for naught, Dancing for no one Bless me Mother for I listen with one …

The Upside-Down Appeal of ‘Downton Abbey’


From The New York Times: <Click here to read!> A comment from bronxie in florida, February 18th, 2012 – 6:56 pm Exclamations and explanations are beyond necessary. If you don’t enjoy, love or understand. this outstanding serial….just forget it and dwell elsewhere.. As a long awaited follow up to the Upstairs Downstairs programs and their …