Sifting through the sparse contents of a poor family’s fridge.
Determine what was good,
And what had spoiled.
Lighting the second floor apartment from a singular point.
All that cast their view up to our windows,
Saw a silhouette of hunger dancing across drawn window shades.
Shades that moved minimally in the remnants of the minimal Mystic River breeze.
And there, the search continued until the old man arrived at the clandestine deli drawer.
Here the treasure of treasures could be found.
Of an international flair,
At least nominally.
Swiss Cheese produced satiety.
Crinkling plastic wrappers,
Keeping a wolf at bay.
Temporarily.
The sweaty gorge eventually began.
Eating each slice,
At first tenderly,
But, then tearing and jamming.
Witnessing such intimacy between a man and his food was memorable.
If a childhood could be measured and was stretched from samples of Swiss Cheese, to cinnamon-sugared toast, to lazy-man’s lasagna served from a black speckled roasting pan;
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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So do I.