The other evening, our building’s doorman announced that someone had dropped off the dehumidifying case for my hearing aids. This post is an attempt to explain why a normally unmemorable act was poignant. In the 1990s, I resisted an
Love’s Vagaries: Nine Poems
Here are some poems centered around love that I wrote four or more decades ago but didn’t include in my previous poem collection posts. Once again, the date is that of original composition. 1. February 21, 1975 Long after I wrote this poem, I
An Anthology That Leaves the Best for Last
For Artificial Divide, (2021) Robert Kingett and Randy Lacey collected sixteen stories by visually impaired and blind authors. As I lament in my essay “Twilight of a Stockbroker” (2017), there is almost no fiction created by blind authors in which
Lines from Experience: Twelve More Poems
This is the fourth collection of poems I’ve recently posted. All poems surely come from experience, but usually not in any obvious way. Each of these has a connection with a specific moment or time. Once again, the dates are those of original
Neely and Penny: What Do We Know?
The other day, a friend was sitting in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park with a friend when a friend of the friend appeared. Somehow a recent incident came up. On May 1, a 24-year-old, white ex-marine named Daniel Penny put a thirty-year-old black man named
Crossings: Eight Poems
Here are eight poems I wrote between 1974 and 1981. Unlike the poems in the two part-series I published a couple of weeks ago, which had never seen the light of day, I shared these with friends and others, and I revised them from time to time. They