From Sessions in The Balcony: A Note

I admit to it. I was not always the person I am today. I also admit that my personal awkwardness and my need to fit “in” or be “cool” was enough to overrun the nicer parts of me. Therefore, I admit to being a “guy” and I admit to playing the games and subscribing to a...

The Nights When We Still Howled

Do you remember your early 20’s? Or, maybe you’re in them now. Or, maybe not. Maybe your 20’s were not your glory years or maybe you’ve moved so far away that you forgot what this was like. Do you remember the nights you went out with your friends? What about the wild...

Just to write:The Beach at Point Lookout

I love this place.I love the beach in wintertime, empty and quiet, and yet remnants of all the memories with indentations of summertime footsteps which never fade. Like our memories for example. Like the times when the sun was hot and the waves were cool and the beach...

The City –

Ah, New York, New York. It’s true. It’s a hell of a town. This place has seen me through it all. And I’ve seen her as well. I’ve seen everything here from live shows to small events and from little venues at small clubs to rooftop heights; and of course, I have seen...

With No Agenda: Let’s set the stage

There was an evening in the autumn months which I remember specifically and for no other reason than the color of the sky, which was beautiful and I, well . . .I was listening to a song called Us and Them by a band called The Pink Floyd. I remember this more as a...