paradise lost

    my dad was a blue collar worker, an electrician at one time he worked three jobs just to keep us afloat going out to eat was a luxury and usually meant hitting up the little italian joint down the street I liked playing the jukebox one saturday he surprised us with a road trip to the shore we swam in the ocean…

fragment

  I see a train or the subway and I am transported back to the 1950s my grandmother would take me on the train to Boston (she always wore a dress and cuban heeled shoes) for a day of shopping and blueberry muffins from the bakery at Jordan Marsh one time she took me to the movies we saw Bambi and I cried all…

going home

  “The film of your days and nights is wound up tight in you, never to be re-run – and the occasional flashbacks are faint, blurred, unreal, as if seen through falling snow.”   ~ Sylvia Plath    

flight school

  the old rope swing     “You haven’t seen a tree until you’ve seen its shadow from the sky. ~ Ameilia Earhart