trust me.

Shadowlands

Lost soles

When politicians speak, nature stands in awe.

Early February 2012 View from the spa! Ooh La La!

My creativity is most alive when words do not come easily to me.

The cassette culture meets its expiration date.

Keeping the moment alive, the memory survives: Kodak.

identifying space with walls numbering three,                                                                                       the spot is marked                                                                                                      where the booth would be.                                                                             a covering, a palm frond, and three myrtle twigs,                                                        two sticks from the willows a citron and some figs.                                                     for forty years they’d roam, seeking safety and solace in a place called home.                a bundle of branches the sukkah is complete,                                                              it’s time now to rejoice with music and song,                                                               the taste of the festival under the stars is sweet.