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 and stayed in a motel
I thought it was paradise

the maker

 

 

“There are three categories of people who exist in the world; “the wanters”, “the wishers” and “the makers.”
~ Israelmore Ayivor

 

The North End

Boston, Massachusetts

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 the way home

 

finding myself

in this tiny seaside town

once again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”

~ Pascal Mercier

 

Cape Porpoise

Maine

wishes

 

wishing you lots of love and light
this holiday season
and into the new year