
THE LIFE LIMITED
To the train that runs past my home every night in rural NY
To the train that runs past my home every night in rural NY
Seats (the best) on the top deck Draped with posh hotel Towels – pulling double duty Continue reading
The vultures have been hovering over the island for weeks now Swirling in great black theatrical wakes A pre-migration event I Continue reading
Last week I was stunned by the unkind comment of the stranger next to me as we filled a container Continue reading
Excerpt from At Home in Exile – a novel by Gwen Davis-Feldman © 2001
Today it will not be 60 degrees A headline ripped from the Tabloid of terrible weather Hard to stay Continue reading
Creativity comes when There is no one you know At the Parrot Bar It springs from a Third ring of Continue reading
I predict: It will be our behavior, not our shining possessions, that will define us when that “revolution” comes and Continue reading