Last Writes

6/8/02 Saturday 7:44AM Calvary Hospital, The Bronx, NY 72º F says the Radio Shack clock on the wall. Having skimmed through what is apparently Aunt Shireen’s journaling book, I pick up this book and pen as if I’m taking aim at Dad, the poor gurgling moaning pile of failing flesh …

The ’62 Ford Falcon Van

My first vehicle was a Ford Falcon Van, and I can feel it’s anguish for it’s tree-borne kin in this photo. I bought that van on Friday 13th, 1984, telling myself I wasn’t superstitious. When it died driving it home, I accepted that perhaps there’s a very good reason for …

The Man Who Had His Chi Stolen

It was a balmy summer evening in Manhattan, and I was plagued by an incessant level of irritability that I’d come to …

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