Autumn Eve

Cool, sinking, soft and fine the beach sand is like a bath for calloused soles.   A crescent moon hangs above terra cotta shingles.   The soft dough envelops the spaces between the toes rejuvenating like rest for a busy mind or a massage for achy muscles.              

coney island

Three pigeons perched one-legged on a rusty storefront neon sign stand motionless.   A young daughter shares a chocolate cone with her father while friends chat fashion in Russian. Elevator jazz interrupts the soft buzz of casual conversations.   Some moments later, Gypsy Kings in lieu of Johnny Coltrane, the pigeons take off in unison and the rusty sign, now in motion with … Continue reading coney island


Rolling crests froth into a white soup as waves crash On the shore a subtle thunder and cool mist belie the frenzy of the water. The hot summer sun illuminates a beachscape rife with pleasure and the dank briny scent of wet seaweed. Were it not for the clockwork thunder of the waves and the … Continue reading Ocean