They complained about the cold with a rare Chicagoan honesty. When the wind hits their faces and seeps through every orifice and pore to settle slowly into their bones they are broad shouldered and husky folk poets. So proud to be clear eyed and laughing. So proud to live where the freight-handlers daughter used to … Continue reading Their Culture Is Capitialism
Month: July 2013
# Back Of The Book
A man comes undone Fake: The absence of substance -The abyss- I’m a Wasteland of An American Tragedy Run amiss Societies questioning me While I’m pleading the fifth Grasping the truth in the mist I ‘m running from life Like it stabbed me in the lungs wit’ a knife Gasping bloody breaths As … Continue reading # Back Of The Book
The Fifth Chapter
I remember when I first saw him. He had such a magnetic personality. We were on a grey hound bus going from New York to San Francisco. He was possibly the happiest person I had ever met. He was the type of person who you meet and find your self dying to know what their … Continue reading The Fifth Chapter
Chapter 4
I never the met the guy. I was in Poor Richard’s book store in the Springs a few days ago and bought a copy of Jack Kerouac’s “On the road.” There was old folded piece of paper with a barely legible poem. It was signed simply: Saul. Sometimes, he sits alone. He sits like … Continue reading Chapter 4
Living Life Intentionally
I realized recently I've spent so much time worrying about updating this blog with enough stories and poems to keep this blog fresh that I haven't thought to update people about my life. What good is having a blog if you can't put every thought out on the internet and pretend that the people who … Continue reading Living Life Intentionally
Chapter 3
Saul was something else. I didn’t know him well. Then again no one knew him. So I suppose I knew him more than anyone. Never understood him though. He was remarkably simple. He didn’t like where he was, so he ran. Easy. He was running from himself. Easy. He was running towards himself. Complicated. I’m … Continue reading Chapter 3
Chapter 2
It has been quite a long time since I saw him; maybe six or seven years ago. I was a different person back then…we were different back then. We were young and full of excitement. The world was our oyster so to speak. We had both just arrived in New York and were ready to … Continue reading Chapter 2
Chapter One
My son, Saul, was the pride of the family. He was the not quite the son everyone wanted, but the son that you would be proud to have. He was an extraordinary boy, as all of my children were then. He was bright, kind, gentle and incredibly introspective. When he was younger he never talked, … Continue reading Chapter One
Prologue
I have a story to write. Well, I suppose it is not story per se. Seeing as how it neither started nor ended and chronology doesn’t much matter not to mention that there isn’t any plot and I’m only writing my own thoughts on this page and every other page is from someone else. I … Continue reading Prologue
Strength In Pain
It’s two in the afternoon when I hear the banging. The loud clash of flesh pounding on metal underscores the tension that permeates the hallways. Each strike adds to the feeling that the academic veneer that has been crumpling off the walls for weeks is about to explode. I’m used to noise by now, though. … Continue reading Strength In Pain
The Well Examined Life 