Showing posts with label buildings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label buildings. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2018

A Puddle of Petals

Among the grates and the heat and cement,
despite all the washing and cleaning intent,
in just the right light and on just the right street,
a puddle of petals may water your feet.

Amazing Building FirePlug showers smoldering sidewalk with Cherry Petals

Friday, May 26, 2017

The leaves of summer

Let the sap of summer nourish me,
like a small bough,
with a leaf stuck for life to its limb.
Let the autumn wind care for my soul.
So what if winter crawls over my roots!

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A Puddle full of Petals

I was skidding through another concrete day
Shoes hitting hard against the sidewalk grey
Sharp shards snapping at the stopped up drain
White sun spitting at a window pane
Background rattle of a subway train.

Then I turned the corner and astonishingly
I see the floating remnants of a cherry tree.


Wednesday, February 10, 2016

On Making Deliveries in Snow

Jiggity, Jaggity Jergety,  hoo!
I’m bringing a pizza to you, to you.
There’s ice, there’s snow
No safe place to go
I’m lost in the fog
I’m stuck with this job
I’m trapped out at night
I’m getting frost-bite
I’m ready to sob
I’m too old for this job!!

The pizza is cold.

You’ll have to be told 
You’ll have nothing to eat
I can’t find your street!
I just want to go back to Peru, Peru
I want to go back to Peru!

pizza snow

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

On The Nature of Faith

Bursting with hope of a new life to come
paltry  under-nourished  single-blossom twiggy  green  stick of a plant
staked out a plot in the center of things.
Catching fire in that messy dirt
Growing into the waiting days
Sticking to it.

Small flowers stick to it

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Top Floor Bones

Wow! Uncovring the bowns of a brownstone is quite a dig! Traces of 1901 architeture mix with the afternoon sun.

Top Floor Monroe Street brownstone Renovation

Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Quiet Candle Life

I didn’t know about the mended life
I did not expect the quiet
I did not anticipate the candle life

    Soft surrounding flame
    Holding onto an orange-hot tip
    Black wick

I did not expect a rainbow life
    Colors melting towards each other
    Spring rain passing
    New wet leaves

Still I know that raging, jealous, microsecond fire
    Brassy, logo-driven, neon
    Staked to the charred past
    Mind igniting

Rescued again by the river of time
Tossed back into the candle-dappled day
I sink into the moment like a stone.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Central Park Photographer Resonates with Bush on the First Day of Summer

Young Photographer, who thinks she is photographing a friend, is actually completing a color-coordinated summer pagent. Sometimes it takes our Master Painter many hours and even days in preparation for such a display.
Reflections in Red

Monday, June 2, 2014

Brooklyn Brownstone Rose

All of a sudden, it is summer!

Early Rose on Monroe Street, Brooklyn

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Snow: The Day & The Day After

Peaceful, snow-capped sentries watch over the entrance to Pace University

Pace University Entrance, New York

On the way to formerly idyllic Pace University the next day

Lexington Avenue, the day after

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Conference at the Crossroads

Accidental Pedestrians discussing one thing and another

Almost night

Thursday, January 23, 2014

On attempting to discover the steps on the way outside
Front Steps

On Attaining Footing on the Sidewalk
Sidewalk and Tree Bed

On Achieving a Restaurant that is Opened
Complete Strangers Dining in a Turkish Restaurant

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The Act of Loving

Sneaking out the beauty in the stumbling places
Seeing bright red brick under the tarnished  episodes
Knowing for once the people underneath the rubble
Unearthing the best in show.

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Just below Park Avenue & 97th Street

Friday, January 3, 2014

Winter on East 90th Street

Buried in disappointment I set out to trace those wanton steps,
their outlines white on white, no tea leaves left in a cup..
Crisscrossed traces staining, weaving patterns, losing track.
Winter staggering, weighted with hopes,  insides icing over.

But it was only yesterday! My honeyed heart! Dripping and sunny!
Pulling summer apples from the nourished air,
soaking up love from life like a wick.

How could I misplace that happy glue that spackled up my soul?
Where is the relentless sap that limbers up these stiffened winter limbs?
My mind can see a thousand years, why can’t I see around that corner?

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On East 90th Street, looking West

Sunday, November 17, 2013


Well I did want to talk about love,
But there’s so little that I wish to know about it.

Crinkling like tinfoil in bright sun,
Folding over, captured in the new moon air,
Creeping over the window sills,

Climbing through the pumpkin patches.
Sinking into the inner rooms,
leaving copies of itself along the way

Peaches covered in thick fresh cream
Brown sugar cane and dark molasses,
A grassy path in a secret wood

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Reflections on Second Avenue

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Skimming Along the Surface of the Matter

These days I skim along the surface
floating and swimming in the upper inches
no snorkel and of course no weights and tanks.
No clever bottom views for me, no sneaky stinging jellyfish
no broken veins and vessels just below the surface of the matter.
Floating along beneath the heady balmy moist warm sun
I hear splashing out beyond the breakers.

Do not drill down through soft torn pieces.
Don't you touch that swollen, stick-like thing,
tucked in the muddy bottom feeding maw;
I said don’t stir it up!
Silty billowy mud-swarms up like acrid dirty arson smoke,
Spewing fires at the ragged edge of town,
Freight train blowing, parallaxing paraphrasing paralyzing


Soft waves lapping like they said they did.

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Skimming Along Lexington Avenue

Monday, September 23, 2013

Jail Break! Jail Break!

Attention All Bystanders! Attention ! Attention !!

We had an early report of a Flower Breakout on the Upper East Side, and the rumors have been confirmed!

Several dozen small daisy-like blossoms, including stems, have managed to escape confinement and are loose and at large. Several have been captured, but many are still out there! Although these particular inmates are not known to be dangerous, they have been under house arrest for many months and may have acquired questionable behavior characteristics. Even worse, these blossoms may be in danger themselves, from unattentive walkers and unfriendly dogs!

If you spot any suspicious flowers and stems of any kind, please notify The Authorities instantly. You may save a life.

Escaping flowers caught in the glare of a searching headlight

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Chicago, Chicago, It's a Hellova Town!!

Ah What a wonderful feeling to be back online!!

Remember:  Do not be Missiled! Neither shall ye be Misled!


Blue Chicago

Chicago Local Tour Guide Lara C.

Hazy Blue Chicago with Visitor at the Lake Michegan Shore
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Sunday, August 4, 2013

A Twilight Time

The night dies and a day is born,
when do we turn on the timing?
Is it the lights and the dramas,
or the harvests and the noon time bells?

Go ahead and take the stars,
for I have no more use for them.
Take the sun away and let me cope as best I can,
pale blacks and white greys will cover the differentiations.

Madison Avenue and 106th (dawn/dusk)

Your Mission, should you choose to accept it, is to pause midway between, say, this and that;
or between, say, here and hereafter, where and why, or whichever and whichnever.

Take a pause only long enough to see the commonality of things, and then--back to splitting seconds!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Woman on Red Phone in a Corner

Right and left, pedestrians passed by this amazing scene, never suspecting the incredible nature of the occurrence. On the surface this is a typical street scene:  a woman in black standing in a corner under an indecipherable sign, speaking on a red phone.

The incredible truth is that our relentlessly observant photographer has captured a photo of the last working  United States Secret Service Women of the original five.  Note the hat (quickly interchangeable); the hand holding an object (typically the new 357 PhaserStun); the  two-way video uplinking dark glasses; the miniature molecular computer watch.  Shhhhhh

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United States Secret Service Woman in an Undisclosed Location