21 FIRST AVENUE
21 First Avenue Once I lived in the dust of cockroaches The pipes clanked with hammers at night The bedroom was small and the kitchen tight And the view down the...
Read More21 First Avenue Once I lived in the dust of cockroaches The pipes clanked with hammers at night The bedroom was small and the kitchen tight And the view down the...
Read MoreMy book review of Howard Norman’s  NEXT LIFE MIGHT BE KINDER, a book I LOVED (the only kind of book I’ll review) is up on The Dooryard. Please check it...
Read MoreDoris Marquit, my aunt, died Thursday evening after a short illness. Doris was married to my mother’s brother. That marriage did not end happily. In 1967 she...
Read MoreMOTHER’S LITTLE HELPER What a drag it is getting old -Jagger/Richards Counting flowers on the wall, That don’t bother me at all. Playing Solitaire till dawn,...
Read MoreInvisible Man Since I have mastered the art of the ghost No one can see me and I am happily lost. A hazard of light glazing a puddle, The edge of a shadow stuck in your...
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