Monthly Archives: April 2023

49th Street remembered Ted of a woman he was passionate of in a time long ago. A black woman, not that it mattered, (he would call her Afro-Philadelphian now) who was strikingly beautiful but with a paralysed hand that made … Continue reading →

Note; still can’t send this poem to my e-mail, but it goes out otherwise. Instead of taking the train back to the suburbs I was on a bus going to the Northeast back to my past This was the bus … Continue reading →

Clifton-Aldan Ted doesn’t remember being here except maybe for a restaurant that is lost in the molasses sea of memory. There’s different parts of Delco he likes and parts he’s avoided except when needed. CA never was. Joe is non-political. … Continue reading →

It was Saturday then and at the Dartmoor Train Station It was Saturday then and at the Dartmoor Train Station. They had their signs and the plans of whom they might meet and where they might go and who to … Continue reading →

It was Saturday then and at the Dartmoor Train Station It was Saturday then and at the Dartmoor Train Station. They had their signs and the plans of whom they might meet and where they might go and who to … Continue reading →

If I write this it will happen

This was a painting that I noticed

Trying to write a poem

lunch at Pho House