I felt it when I met you. I’ve known you for a hundred years. With any luck or grace, I’ll know you for a hundred more. Whatever time and space are, I’m just glad I found you here. Timeless is our treasure. And timing is…

Woe to those who oppress others. History won’t repeat itself. A New World without white supremacy. 2123 year of Jubilee. Life imitates art, you see. “Never again” will be our plea. Women are born free, they rule with glee. dedication, liberation, manifestation of our dreams….

Dreams Of Future Past Tech Wizards fly jets to guarded resorts Near Palo Alto, the people sing at campfires on the beach Mingling with new met friends, sharing food and wine Tonight who dreams of freedom Oil Giants sail super yachts, leaving the ocean garbage…

Time flows freely Like just a grain of sand in the hour glass Emotions, thoughts and ramblings Giving it a logical direction Procastinating until now Hundred years is too long For thoughts to get assembled But a fleeting thought latches Taking you on a different…

Morris is a young man, looks older genetics rendering high, sparse hairline politics, poverty of shtetl life added years emigration degradation, new country old life, old ways transitioning to…? “Ikh vunder, vos vet vern fun aundzer zin? zeyere zin?” he muses aloud Fannie, his wife,…

grandmother weaves a story around her mother’s birth ten score years ago a little house a darkened room airless mud walls absorb and reflect the screams of a terrified young girl beads of sweat soaking the bedding leaving dark patches and finally the dai ma…

Without a fridge The sun was her preservationist   Without a bathroom The family did it in the open   Without a microwave oven Cold meal was a religion   Coal-pot cooker was a luxury Its glow embers kept her cold at bay But not…

It’s raining A hundred years from now New seeds will bear fruit, You’ll see gardens bursting with Elms, oaks, pine Rivers in full spate, rushing by,; Glens awash in roses, chrysanthemums, Jasmine, Our dreams of greened acres All the things we yearn for today, but…

2003: Sitting on laminate benches trading gushers for gummy bears I declared, “I’m going to live for another one hundred years.” You claimed one hundred and one; You always did need to be better than me, but neither of us could picture life in 2103….

The rusty old piano sits there Years of disuse Centuries of neglect