Give up on that 70's and 80's music , like giving up on your weekend plans. Listening to words is something not typically associated with your miscellaneous habits, of which have existed since Shaker Heights and the jumping off the water fall and the mob bombings in your hometown. Cleveland Ohio, where the suicidal men … Continue reading Thoughts On the Music My Father Used to Listen to When He Was Once My Age, or Thereabouts.
If you go to Belfast Ireland, a short walk will bring you to the Harland and Wolff shipyards, where the Titanic and Olympic were built and launched in 1911. They don’t build ships there anymore. The large yellow crane is just for show now. But at the mouth of the harbor is the modern angular … Continue reading Essay: H & W Yard Numbers 400 and 401
Take to your holds, your windswept hovels and your ships quarters. Below deck, down the old oak folding ladder with speed, and nearly run right into the center table where we ate dinner, built by my grandfather, suspended on a clever balance, like the stove, and the lanterns dry of oil. Take to your headaches … Continue reading Arthur Kill Ship Graveyard
I saw a photo of you in an ocean-going canoe. Not so much one designed for it, rather, the old beat up one that you kept among the brush and the sand dunes. The one meant for a pond, made of cherished and dented aluminum. I saw you amongst the floating bits of ice in the … Continue reading The Summer Triangle and a Land of Abandoned Lake Houses