Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

Creator of my own world

Disconnected

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It hangs in my memory, isolated. I can’t reminisce because there is no one else that would remember it. It’s weird, such an impactful experience. I remember the hot sweaty dance club, our senses heightened by days off the grid.…

Against the Ropes

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

A pool of light ahead, spilling onto the road from a barn light or a closed gas station. The inside of the car is bright for an instant, then dark; except for the muted glow of the gauges. Your thoughts…

Thanks A Lot

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

The cop came into the house without knocking. Not because we were having a wild party, (though he thought we might be). No, he came in because our cars were parked all over the neighborhood, in the snow covered streets…

The Mountain

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I’m not sure if I can really describe the feeling, but apparently, describing things is my thing. The first instinct you have after exiting the lift is to turn and look at the view. There are times when it is…

Together Again

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

5500 people at this conference tells me that people want to be together again. The rooms are packed, the hallways are packed and the dining areas are packed. Masking has become a non-issue…some do some don’t, everyone does what makes…

What Are You Reading?

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I didn’t have to look up. I knew it was the flight attendant because everyone else was asleep. This happened a lot on overseas flights, usually to Asia…16 or 14 hour flights and I could never sleep so I would…

Nora

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Sometimes I don’t know what my mother was thinking. She would send me to summer camps; Jewish, Catholic, Protestant…wherever she could get the best deal. She had help: kind relatives, boyfriends and even kindly camp administrators would give her a…

Secrets

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Mind your secrets my love Each one weighs you down A small leak in the bilge It’s nothing Until it’s something .. Some like a dragging anchor You stand watch Lest you’re dashed upon the rocks .. Each waits for…

How To Be A Leader

Lots of people want to be leaders. Just check LinkedIn. Leader leader leader. This can be a difficult job, mostly because to be a leader one must have followers. Face it, without the followers, it would be a walk in…

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