Untuned You sit unused under the archway between here and there next to the couch, also black. Don’t know why I avoid you so, I love you so and when we’re together we’re harmoniously transformed. Yet, something’s off. It must be the river, its dampness lingers within you sliding along the skin of your tendons,… Continue reading Untuned
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Flesh Eater
“The trouble with a secret life is that it is very frequently a secret from the person who lives it and not at all a secret for the people he encounters.” —James Baldwin, Another Country That’s how James Baldwin describes the fallacy of believing he is living a secret life and how it’s only a… Continue reading Flesh Eater
Wonders of the Invisible World
Back in January I posted a piece about my mother, Venom and Velocity. I wrote about her fascination with tornadoes and what seemed to be her uncanny ability to attract animals, including snakes, and in the most unlikely places. That got me thinking about my 8th great grandmother, Susannah North Martin, who was three times… Continue reading Wonders of the Invisible World
First Communion
My parents had me christened in the Congregational Church across from town hall on the edge of the village commons in the town of Lunenburg, Massachusetts. The church was where I performed in my first piano recital in the fellowship hall below the sanctuary. I probably played something out of John Thompson’s Modern Piano Course… Continue reading First Communion
Hold Your Breath
I went to a small choral music school, Westminster Choir College, during the late 1960s. I enjoyed walking into town leaving the campus and turning right onto Hamilton Street until it became Wiggins. When I passed by Princeton Cemetery, I’d love picking up a stick and running it across the iron fence bars as I… Continue reading Hold Your Breath