This fall I sent Rui a photo montage with music via his mother’s email address. It was intended only for my boy to see, to keep some good memories of us alive within the strange, confusing thing that was being done to him. I was trying to counteract the sadness and negativity of this period … More My Buddy
You’d like some quiet. Who hasn’t wanted them all to yourself? The house, the bed, the cramped office, the booth in the coffee shop, the row of movie theater seats, the shady spot under the tree, the big sitting-boulder where the cold stream shoots by the trail? Sink into chair as long as you like, … More Oh my man, I love him so
I read this poem by New England poet John Holmes while riding the N Train. It’s called Four and a Half. The griefs of a little boy are forever. His rages are a death-blow given. In his throat and eyes the loneliness Of a small boy is a weather-driven Ache. Joy in a little boy … More Four and a Half
“Let the ears hearing this and its like be seared, for who has heard or seen the likes of it? … Why did the heavens not darken and the stars not withhold their radiance; why did not the sun and moon turn dark?” Friday, November 19th, 2010 This is the 8th post I’ve written on … More A family of child abductors
For Rui Boy 