The silver-eyed children of luxury, Descend into Hell. To tan by its fires, Exclaim at the architecture, Feed of the sad, parasitic inhabitants. Soon, with gout of smoke And inhuman growl, The visiting

This structure woven of the Fabric Music, Grander than the gilt-gold cathedral, Vast as all of space. Filling, So filling of the Empty body. The body sorrow for love. The body needing in companionship.

I have never been a fan of zombie movies. As a rule, in fact, I avoid horror movies of any kind. Zombie books are acceptable, as are most horror books. I love logic, though, in all its forms. There are

On this, the second anniversary of Hurricane Maria, I thought I would post what I wrote during and immediately after the catastrophe. Wednesday, September 20, 2017. Blackness, filled with the rage of nature.

06/01/2005: Withdrawal leads to contemplation or bankruptcy; I can’t remember which. 06/02/2005: When opportunity knocked, he was in the bathroom. 06/03/2005: There is no such thing as “too much reading.”

[truhmp-tey-sh uh n] noun the act of trumpting; the enticement or allurement to be irredeemably ignorant, insincere, dishonest, unfeeling, cruel, egotistical, or a combination of any or all of the previous.

Sometimes there isn't a whole lot to say. I wrote this piece because it was inside me, patiently waiting to get out. I recently contacted some musicians to see whether they would be willing to record it.

The Doors, fronted by the charismatic and untamed Jim Morrison, made some astounding music. “Hello, I Love You” isn’t the best of it, but I’ve always liked the song. In the early 90s, my band, Chimera,

August 25, 2019. Part 6. 10/27/2004: One morning, very early, General Mulligan displayed his privates to the First Lady; the corporals got to stay in bed. 10/28/2004: Are God and evolution mutually exclusive?

August 15, 2019. Part 5. 06/09/2004: There is always a limit. What do you propose to do about that? 06/10/2004: Alexandra Beaches couldn’t get enough of that old time religion. Her husband, Mort, groaned

I would like to thank my good friend Jim for making it possible for me to hear this piece; I wrote it about 20 years ago, but this was the first time that anyone ever played it. Thanks, Jim. credits Written

August 10, 2019. Part 4. Marriage is on my mind. Why is that? After two divorces, why would I entertain the notion of a third marriage? I was alone for about five years after the first divorce. Around

When he was a boy (or so I am told), my dad's nickname was Skeeter. Apparently he could be as active (and as annoying?) as a mosquito. This is for you, Skeeter, my dad. I played guitar and bass and sang

On July 13, 2019, we in Puerto Rico were rocked when we learned that our (now ex-)governor, Ricardo Rosselló Nevárez had been involved in some bad chatting. Really bad, if you’ll permit me the adverb.

August 04, 2019. Part 3. Truth as it applies to humans can only be generalized. However, if someone wants to tell you the truth about you, demand details. Yes Virginia, paradox is good. Acceptable, anyway.

August 3, 2019. If we don’t evolve, life is bleak. In this, part 2 of my Philosophy for Geeks, you will note that the “old” me, from the early 2000s, had a great need to do just that, evolve. Whether the

In 2003, I started, hmm, not a daily journal so much as a daily scribble. I toyed with the idea of calling it “The Philosophy of Onions” or just “Onions.” Perhaps I would have if I weren’t afraid that

Back in the early 2000s, Jim Fraschetti (keyboard player extraordinaire) and I decided to put together a two-person show. The experience of looking for a drummer, finding one, losing him to another band,

No one wins in a divorce. Oh, it might be necessary; it might be the only way forward. But no one wins. The biggest losers in a divorce are children. My girls were no exception; I can't know the extent

We fear what we don’t understand. We live in terror of the unknown and unknowable. Many of us contemplate the future remaining filled with Trump and shake with a kind of atavistic terror usually reserved