alan catlin | old ladies at the flea market

Old Ladies at the Flea Market They most come here every week whether they need to or not, these old ladies in wheelchairs, with walkers, canes, surgical stockings stretched over swollen ankles, varicose veins as they creep down the aisles, Continue reading alan catlin | old ladies at the flea market

eliot katz | midnight poem

Midnight Poem Well, I’m home on my 49th birthday, after a movie, champagne, & loving, up late, still drinking champagne & listening to Monk & Coltrane’s new CD that Vivian gave me. It’s a new CD, but it was recorded Continue reading eliot katz | midnight poem