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PS in Swords

Must get bus at 4:30 to airport to make flight. Told to turn clock forward one hour. Did so: 3:30 became 4:30… (Had put clocks forward two weeks ago in New York. Have now lost not one but two hours of my life.) While waiting for my take-out Irish Puff Pastry with steak and gravy a(…)

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Fallen on Swords

Mishaps have brought me to a standstill at a dull Travel Lodge in Swords, Ireland. [see Swords documentary] I’ve gotten stuck here bringing to mind Bob Dylan’s tune from 1966 Oh Mama This Could Be the End I’m stuck in Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again. Because it’s the Centennial of the 1916 Easter Rising and Easter Weekend is approaching(…)

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Rosebud two

Watching news footage of recent Trump rallies, am reminded of folks who visited my novel The Devil’s Mistress. Meet three of them in the following short extract: a young man, a young woman and a grandmother.  Also meet the grandmother’s pet dog: The boy was beside the car, leaning back on his heels, slightly crouched, urinating up at the(…)

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Another shoe drops

There seems always to be another dropped shoe in the Anne Frank world. Most recently, and thanks to my friend Eugene Manning’s sharp eye on auctions,  a copy of a child’s book of fairy tales once shared by Anne and her sister Margot. (see above photo: Anne and Margot Frank at the seaside with their(…)

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Tale of two Susans

Am onto new work that has briefly taken me to Ireland. Dear, beautiful Ireland! I hadn’t been here since researching Clairvoyant (my homage to James Joyce and his long-suffering daughter Lucia, just reissued by TMI Press), to visit Mrs. Nora Joyce’s cramped childhood home in Galway. That was quite some time ago. Although I’ve only just arrived,(…)

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Turning the page

I’m turning the page on: winter, work project, “House of Cards,” furry jacket, a major possession, the clock, and more. During this past week (in some sense), the end of a tunnel was reached. Have stepped into milky, silver-ish light. Is Act III (IV?, V?) about to begin?  Following, an excerpt from the recently re-released (TMI Press thank you) nonfiction Love in(…)

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Guest: Thanking the Hippies

My friend Jo Schulze was born in Germany’s Black Forest just as World War II began. Now she lives a dynamic life on the east coast of England with (interchanging) members of three generations of her accomplished family. A short bio, in her own words: Jo Schulze, MA level, Ludwig-Maximilian-University Munich, far traveled, being at home in five languages.(…)

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Rosebud

In a holding patterning (about to go on retreat in a few hours, preparing to pivot while floating for a few days more as the birds awaken in the garden below), thoughts of what was/is indelible, soothes without fail during such a limbo. From my Rosebud file: Sledding after dark Four nights and five days at the Hotel Paradise in Krynica, Poland(…)

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