The wheels just come off, sometimes, seen in the right — or wrong frame of mind. The world feels like an incredibly intricate, interlinked pool table. In one such frame of mind, […]
I remember everything… I remember everything I remember everything promise, vow, commitment, engagement Name it Kept every one, no exceptions Afloat in mild night air, seventeen I knew I’d love her for […]
Death Walks a Shit-Scarred Lane was written from memory, mine and/or someone else’s, the brutal reality clear as it came to me.
Memory’s not disposable. Not chunks of plastic floating in the ocean, it is an ocean. David Stone is a New York City based writer whose book titles include 21 Poems and Traveling Without A Passport.
Truths are neither remote nor difficult to find. They lay there in plain sight, sunlight shining down on them, even in the darkest night.
Traveling Without A Passport Chapter, Free: Happily Morally Corrupt and Sort of Married in 1975… The times were as fluid as the rules when America lost its virginity.
You are un-directing the passage, right? You are non-navigating the ship I feel, in long hysterical drifts that I am on the formless threshold of […]
Gustav and Ulla Kraitz, Swedish Sculptors with RIVAA President Tad Sudol and Arline Jacoby Flashback: On April 26, 2016, Blue Dragon, a children’s sculpture donated to Roosevelt Island by Swedish artists, Gustav and […]
Ultimate reality, all of it… Life surprises. Surprises are sparks. (An excerpt from Amazing Truths About Conscious Awareness)
San Francisco, March 1976 On the morning after I moved into my apartment on Ashbury, wet snow dropped over parts of San Francisco, mostly on Portrero Hill, the boyhood neighborhood of O. […]