Tag Archives: allentown

Iceland spar

Posted on April 13, 2018 by

Friday, April 13 Allentown, PA Between me and the homeless guy the table remained open the whole time I sat at the Starbucks. I wrote and watched him from the corner of my eye stirring his coffee. Three regulars at … Continue reading →

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Sterling Hotel snapshot, 1992

Posted on December 15, 2016 by

I sat at the end of the bar with the bartender Robbie watching It’s A Wonderful Life, his favorite movie. It was snowing outside and the bar was basically closed. He wasn’t supposed to, but Robbie only charged me for … Continue reading →

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The weird old man down by the lake

Posted on November 17, 2016 by

First snow on the mountains, and they all look like postage stamps with the clouds, matted in lavender-blue. There’s a purple piece of foam I found on the trail someone dropped, for sitting on, and I take it with me … Continue reading →

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What I learned giving speeches when I was 12

Posted on August 4, 2016 by

In last week’s Democratic National Convention comedian Sarah Silverman quoted her shrink, who said ‘we don’t get what we want, we get what we think we deserve.’ I don’t remember why I chose to compete in an oratorical contest when I … Continue reading →

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‘You got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head for a bob’

Posted on December 9, 2015 by

Running from our flat to the oldest bar in Ireland in the rain because you have to do that at least once in life, and it’s so close I make it there without losing my breath and find the same … Continue reading →

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Trying to get lost in Belfast by foot

Posted on December 1, 2015 by

Charlotte’s clothes (8) are mismatched the way they might be for the homeless, for function only, stained, holes, slanted — and I’m collecting plastic bags in my pockets for function too, to tie around my shoes as makeshift rubbers or … Continue reading →

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Working on leaving the living (2)

Posted on February 21, 2015 by

As I’m nearing my 500th post, and re-entering the job market as a writer after a 20+ year detour, I’m sharing a few stories of working for small publications in the early 90s, on the east coast. Blog title HT … Continue reading →

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