The day after it was over, a pale grey sky cast its pall and dripped a slow & steady rain on Inwood & its one and all, cooling, quieting a mind trying to embrace goodbye. To Nereda the Elder Queen, her stoop on Seaman her throne who told me, “Never, never force”. The sign on her front door says “Hope”. To the Fine Fare late night saint. In his Red Sox cap, he double bags most everything: “Bue-nah Noch-ay”, born with a smile nothing’s erased. To the most dear Uncle Tom, true guardian angel walking tall. That I may one … Continue reading Inwood Ode

Sun dial shows a fortnight’s passed, yet onward spills the Gotham dream. “Land ho!” we shouted days ago and, anchored on Edenic coast, left the vessel, trekked ashore where we, gleeful, headed for the summit of which we were told of by our elders long ago that the view was long and light poured straight from yonder heaven’s skies. We reached this mountain, still with time to make our camp at paradise. We are who we are – not yet.   (8/6/2017 – Inwood, Manhattan, New York) (See more Everlastin’ Spoof writings at http://www.everlastinspoof.com) Continue reading We Are Who We Are – Not Yet.