Anton, Anton. You made good on your promise. I spoke to Nicky and feel better. Such an Anton way to go. I’m staying off social media to avoid the circus. How would you feel about it (the circus)? You’d hate … Continue reading
Wednesday, the 10th of August. First thing, walked the dog. Went for a run with Tracy around the reservoir. Made coffee. Worked on the novel until noon. 67,000 words and counting. Bought strawberries, bananas, peaches from the produce man. Took … Continue reading
Another year begins. Lately, I’ve been dreaming of being caught unprepared. I don’t have a setlist and can’t remember my songs. I’ve meant to spend the day practicing and preparing for the performance but have been kept busy by unimportant … Continue reading
Some say that songwriting can’t be taught, but it isn’t true. If you know three chords on the guitar, you can learn to write a song. Maybe they say it because every song is a unique writing experience. You have … Continue reading
This morning for the first time in a long time, I turned the radio dial to WFUV and listened to music instead of the news reports and shows on WNYC. It felt so good. I was dancing in the kitchen. … Continue reading
Another Saturday. Sometimes it feels as if all the other days are just pages being flipped though – not that the weekend is really any different. My every day is full of coffee drinking, dog-walking, attempting to write. I’ve been … Continue reading
It’s the end of my second week here at my mother’s house, on Long Island. I’ve been taking it easy, riding my bike, sitting out in the yard under the big trees, taking Gem for long walks into town. It’s … Continue reading
Memorial Day. I write a dark poem and send it to my mother and sister (we are writing poems each day, sending them to one another). As my mood darkens, I grow restless with intolerance, monstrous with impatience, defeating the … Continue reading
Saturday morning. Everything is blooming. Week two or three? Spring arrives in the midst of a plague. For the first time, the streets were empty when I took Gem out for her walk. People in NYC have been slow to … Continue reading
What to say about this time? Trump, climate catastrophe, and Covid19? It feels like a movie, unreal. In Lars Von Trier’s film about the end of the world, Melancholia, the character played by Kristin Dunst, the depressed character – the … Continue reading