Lost New Jersey

Noticed only today. The new building blocks my riverview. The building is by now half rented.

not even the idiots...

No market for poetry. My internet search could find only one idiot's guide for poetry. There is also one for slam poetry ...whatever this is.

Flaw (not tragic)

There are days now when my mother doesn't know my name or who I am am. Yesterday she was in good form. She remembered some. Do you have friends? Do you have friends to talk to? she asked me. No. Was not going to assuage.

Timely, this funny Dowd column today quoting a marriage counselor priest....“Never marry a man who has no friends,” he starts. “This usually means that he will be incapable of the intimacy that marriage demands...