Category Archives: In my words

La Plaza poems for the Rites of Spring

… In celebration of New York City’s parks and gardens, Felicia Young asked me to contribute to the annual Rites of Spring, which is usually held with costumes and a parade through the Lower East Side. This year because of the pandemic, it went online. […]

First Walk During the Pandemic

… I went to the Post Office today, the first day I’ve been out in ten days. I was wearing a mask and was aware of my own breathing because it was totally quiet—all the construction that has been going on everywhere has stopped—so not […]

Nine Albums

… … … … Bought this when I was a teenager, and it traveled with me during my hippie years. I would often upset the mood when everyone was stoned and or tripping by putting Ella on—it was like parent music at the time I […]

What Would You Give?

… Just practicing. I heard this song sung by Bill Monroe and Doc Watson—no one can do it better—certainly not me. I added some words, some verses that I think fit the times and also defines how I feel about the indefinable soul. I hope […]

The Struggle Continues

… Yesterday, after many years—2007 perhaps—I did some work in La Plaza, a park that I, with many others, began to save in 1987 when the city, state and federal governments wanted to put up a housing project on the site. It was a fight, […]

Beautiful Sadness

… Stopped by to see my nephew Daniel in Philly and he suggested that we write a song in the spur of the moment, which intimidated me at first, but then he started to play on his electric guitar and I picked up the acoustic […]

Just Practicing

… … Somebody asked me to perform at a benefit in April, and I immediately said No, and then as we talked, I thought of course I should do it and said, Yes. I’ll practice, and that is what I am doing figuring out the […]

South Mountain Unforgotten

… This two year old Internet photo journal was done on walks in January during the time I was taking care of my father who was dying in the South Mountain, his home for ninety-one years. … South Mountain. Bright but Cloudy. January 29, 2017 […]

November Thoughts

… November Walk I have a pinched nerve in my lower back that affects my left leg which hurts with every step and is in no way alleviated with the aid of a cane, but I made the walk today with Akram and friend Tom […]

Bury Me Under the Weeping Willow

… I recorded this song, first recorded by the Carter Family in 1927 during the famous Bristol sessions, over a weekend in the South Mountain back at Ed Cox’s cabin in 2011 shortly after Hurricane Irene blew over many trees up and down the east […]

July 14, 2018

… The unflattering sketch of Marie Antoinette above on the way to her execution was done by Jacques-Louis David, a Jacobin who had voted for her death. Though some in the crowd jeered and spit, Marie Antoinette, we can see, kept her composure, and later, […]

End of June Photos, Thoughts and Capturings

… … The only surviving letter of Willa Cather to Edith Lewis: … Sunday 4:30 P.M. [October 5, 1936] Shattuck Inn, Jaffrey, New Hampshire My Darling Edith; I am sitting in your room, looking out on the woods you know so well. So far everything […]