And the sea, cobwebbing all its wistful green and umber,Winds about her gossamers of evenings remembered,Light-skirted evenings, tip-toed or tilted against the soundsOf adult night and disillusions without numberShe might stay there until all the sands are countedAnd each wave has been reduced to well-remembered laughterThis may be the perfect dream- David Cornel De Jong Read more

When I was five, I was sent to prison. They called it kindergarten. That was my introduction to the Monday through Friday world. For most of the other kids, especially the girls, it wasn’t prison at all. It was playing and learning and socializing. What made it prison to me was the fact that I… Read more

I have unleashed one thing and uncorked anotherbut I’m stillquite aware of what I’m going throughI have finished one thingand unfinished anotherEverything is getting oldand everything is newEverything that you are toldsends a message throughWe can do what we are toldwe can do something newWe can build a new storyout of pieces ofmemoriesmelted in butterSeen… Read more

…I am limping toward that finish line of working life: retirement. I moved to NYC in 1984 to work at the Legal Aid Society located on Lafayette Street in lower Manhattan, six blocks away from the job I am retiring from. Since then I have lived in four of the city’s five boroughs (sorry Staten… Read more

People who see kindness as weakness are the ones you need to watch out for. They are so weak, so susceptible to fear and corruption, that bad people can easily coerce them into accepting cruelty as a necessary evil. Read more