Tag Archives: washington park

That time I broke the rules

It’s been a while since I’ve written online and in public, and I have no idea what the hell is going on in this draft.

on a walk in downtown albany: park playhouse

tonight is opening night. i’ll be there with a picnic and a hot date (as long as i can drag him away from the pool).

dear boston, i am so sorry

as a runner, i am particularly saddened by the choice of this setting for any kind of violence. as a resident of albany, ny, i wonder how much longer we can be safe (incidents in manhattan just to our south, boston a similar distance to our west). as a poet, i only wish words could be larger…

just another day, downtown albany (10.21.2012 edition)

today was one of those days that you can’t quite believe – a whirlwind, in a good way. it began with an early morning hockey game out in the burbs, but the remainder was downtown. and a whirlwind downtown? just another day, of course: empire state plaza, washington park, occupy albany, two separate strange encounters (one with the albany police and another with a fast food joint) and a birthday for a dead guy (which is an interesting title for a poem: i got dibs!).

summer evening in washington park

the boys love walking in the park. even though they are country boys and boys who’ve explored their mama’s stompin’ grounds in the maine woods, they still love downtown albany’s washington park. it’s their front yard when they’re with me.