Monthly archives: June, 2014

The Card Game

In the summer of 1948 I was eight. Older kids in my neighborhood used to play poker on the back porch of the clubhouse on Hano Street. The porch stood four feet above the ground, big enough for eight kids to sit there and play. Along with other brats, I’d stand on the ground and…




Every Artists Needs One Like This

In search of beauty, you know where you find it will be where you will make your home. You go to the Café where flashing colours turn muted gray walls into a shining Bloody Mary Red that fills your eyes with purple, gray, blue, and green. A vortex so swift you feel as though the…