05/22/2026
20 years ago, almost to the day. Fort Greene, Brooklyn. One bedroom apt/ art studio with parquet floors and french doors onto a terrace overlooking Cafe Habana Outpost..This was the first portrait photoshoot of me with my art. The photographer was a cool friend whom I have lost touch with, and like many friends from my years in NYC, I wonder where they are now. Days before social media. Before California, before Marlowe.
So much happens in 20 years. I think I have a poem for that…
Cut the cord
The candle burns
Floating now,
as the world it turns
In this body
This moment mine
And lost again,
So that another can begin
I think time can be a friend
I.. break with the last
With nectar brimming from my glass
Though still bleeding from the blast
I am an iconoclast
I can choose now to be free
Northern lights they dance for me
How can this grandeur be
While I have been adrift at Sea
Waves crash
and I tread
Now in my bed,
with upturned eyes
I beg the skies
What is this disguise
Be wary as the villain dies
I grab the oars,
climb in my boat
Rocking with the waves
I float
These waters clear,
yet so remote
I recline to rest a while
No other soul within a mile
Starting at the moon,
I smile
Meteors Rain,
Pirates beguile
While,
I still feel the wind
My treasures buried deep within
And to this cove, I’ll come again
When I am living in this skin
I push and pull the oars through waves
Gliding further from the Cave
My buried jewels are all I gave
And brave
With my naked hands, I prayed
I don’t need them anyway
