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But I Remember When the Music…
An old photograph of a rabbit-eared TV sends Freddy back to the days of seven channels, taping songs off WNEW, and the night John Lennon was shot — when music and television held a whole neighborhood together. Read more
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The Rising Sun
A morning on the F train — from ‘defeated’ to ‘defiantly’ to ‘gratefully’ — ending with a line of people hoping for the two jobs available. Read more
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The Honest Man
When my father died in 2015, a rabbi shared a story I’d never heard: in 1971, Sam Zalta refused to lie on a job application — and that honesty changed everything. Read more
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Closing in on Midnight
A broken clock stuck at 9 suddenly races toward midnight — a meditation on time, grief, the Nova, and everything left to accomplish. Read more
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Change the Channel or Rewrite the Ending
An F train ride becomes a meditation on time — the old man across the aisle, two women smiling across a divide at 18th Avenue, and the question of whether to change the channel or rewrite the ending. Read more
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Just Like Sweet Melinda’s Blues
after “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues” by Bob Dylan She was a dark-skinned princess without a kingdom, though she had no shortage of suitors — myself among them. We just stood there smiling, posing, trying not to be taken for urchins in need of salvation.… Read more
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Rainy Days
Rainy days bring memories of sitting in my apartment on East 14th and waiting for the rain to stop. Growing up we didn’t spend too much time indoors. We would spend our time either playing ball, walking around or simply sitting on a stoop talking.… Read more
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Hold My Hand
A poem about walking through the seasons of a life — and the one thing we keep asking for. Read more
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Why Try and Change Now?
Autumn in my Brooklyn neighborhood felt like a rebirth — stiff corduroy pants, the bus stop at East 4th and Kings Highway, Eve, and the Carvel on East 3rd. I’m sixty now. Why try and change? Read more
