Sometimes I see metaphor in the sea’s ripples, sometimes I just see the ripples. On a recent day, once again, I was appreciating the seascape in my sand chair. I heard the […]
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When We Meet
Ripples on the sand, of joy, of art…of sadness too. I was in my sand chair as close to the water as one can be without actually being in it. I watched […]
This Didn’t Need to Happen
I introduced myself to the deceased. We were both cops. He lay in his casket, suit-and-tied up. A NYC Transit Police Dept patch was near him. I’d never met him but we’d […]
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