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Lexa

I’ve mentioned the guy (turns out he’s upstairs and I hear him through the kitchen vent) who calls Alexa every morning for several hours in the house of dementia. I was going to write a song for him, to the tune of Let It Be, and nothing scanned right, but I had the first line: […]

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Good Morning

Everything on the new phone (a40) is trying to either get me hooked on some new tech or buy something. Both adding up to the same thing. What the hell is Bixby? The last Bixby I recall was from My Favorite Martian and the dumbest show of all The Hulk. Then it sticks all the […]

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War Correspondent

My dreams don’t take anything into reality. In the latest dream, I showed up to meet my earliest mentor, Roger Larson, who I met at the Mosholu Center when I was 13. Mosholu Center was off of Gunhill Road, near Montifoire hospital, not that that means anything to anyone who wasn’t going there. But my […]

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The Struggle to Live and be An Artist

From the time I began photographing people I was drawn to the struggles disabled people have with everyday life. For ten years I photographed, or at least watched this man go painful step by step up the 23rd street station stairs. I came from a family that took me at a very young age to […]

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A Name for B.

Now I need to make up a name for B. She is a friend of M. And she came over yesterday and said “so you had a hard time getting out of bed today?” “How the hell did you know that?” (I don’t know if I said hell or not but I usually do so […]

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Anti Social Media

I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning. Somehow I managed to work myself into a position where I couldn’t get upright. I mean I was lying on my back, and my lower spine was killing me and I couldn’t get my trunk perpendicular to the bed, even pulling on the bed […]