Category Archives: Notes

This morning I snapped this iPhone shot of prayer flags at the monastery on top of Mead’s Mountain. Happy New Year! And here’s a haiku from yesterday: In the last mild hours / before a new year’s first breath / Read More

On stark promenade / grape vines and tea lights become / a walk of angels. The grandmother tells / stories of girlhood Christmas / her hands kneading dough. Pine shadows drifting / across lavender snow peaks / winter mountain dusk. Read More

My first guest contributor at #100WordStory saves lives by day (seriously) but has always been one of my favorite writers. Check out the site-in-progress and enjoy!         100 Word Story Anthology

Waking up early / to a midnight shade of dawn / –city lights through fog. ~me, city Dark equals daylight / hours filled commuting in rain / –only car lights shine. ~me, city Layered winter clouds / lifted once she Read More

While waiting to cross Fifth Avenue near Fendi, a woman noticed a forgotten ribbon dropped on the sidewalk. There was something about the color of the fabric, a cool lilac, her favorite shade, that seemed appropriate to the day. The Read More

Painters, photographers, film makers, writers, musicians, video artists: The Woodstock Artists’ Salon welcomes everyone. Drop by tonight if you’re in the area. Artists Salon This Thursday December 1st at 7:00pm A message from co-founder Lenny Kislin about the Salon: “About Read More

Yesterday there were clashes downtown. I worry about the safety of the protestors, the police and New Yorkers walking to work or to the park or to school. These ideas came to me this morning: POLARIZING IS INEFFICIENT. MAKE A PIECE Read More

After that first snow, we walked through wood smoke and the weighted arbors of birch trees, our boots heavy from salt and sand. A passing car slowed, stopped, and the driver asked if we needed a ride. You said, “No Read More

Under dim lamp light / a dragonfly’s wings whisper / welcoming autumn.  ~me A weathered hammock / flutters from the kiss of pine / –October morning.  ~me In an open meadow / even though the bees are stirred / –we Read More

Through pastille sunrise / water tower silhouettes / arrive on rooftops. ~me, city On Sixth Avenue / between Manhattan canyons / the sound of wind chimes. ~me, city Above the West Side / a hazy sunset weaving / balconies to Read More