Every once in a while you come upon a tree like this, one you could believe might begin to throw apples at you on your way to Oz. Thanks to my dear friend and former neighbor, Anita, for the photo.
Taking place between 1936-1939, Pulitzer Prize Winner Sinclair Lewis wrote a prescient satirical novel about the rise of a dictator, Berzelius Windrip (Perfect name). Windrip wrote a book called Zero Hour. Here’s a quote: “I know the press only too well. Almost all editors hide away in spider-dens, men without through of family or Public […]
The owner of an about-to-be opened inn in Center Moriches sees the blaze at the Waldon Pond adult development–the orange flames bursting in the black sky. My friend, Marlene, narrowly escapes being burnt to death in her upstairs apartment. She’s on the sidewalk in only her pajamas. The Red Cross comes, gives her vouchers for […]
The Write Place published my poem. Scroll down to the fourth poem, but please read them all. It’s a beautiful collection. http://www.thewriteplaceatthewritetime.org/poetry.html