on the other side of the world: for Thanksgiving absent again

there are voices calling my name
on the other side of the world
an empty chair
a glass not filled with wine
dark meat with gravy
stuffing with mushrooms
and Robert’s famous meatballs and gravy
hot and sweet sausage
broccoli with garlic, lemon and oil
Johnny bought blueberry pie
only I’m not getting a piece
’cause I’m over here
on the other side of the world
quietly finishing a bottle of wine
trying not to think of your voice
the sorrow in the air
fresh flowers don’t quite kill the smell
of disappointment
another year gone by
that empty chair
that bottle of wine unopened
ice cream melting on a plate
Al Martino singing love songs
George serving salad
and you sliding food onto my plate
the cat under the table
my hand reaching across
grabbing nothing
grabbing air
on the other side
of the world


my absence

I spent the past week in and around NYC and the hotel I was staying at had internet problems. Actually Verizon (for those of you in the US) had the problem but had not corrected it even at the time of my departure this morning. I was, therefore, without internet access since this past Sunday and, though there were brief moments (actually more like half moments) in time when I was able to get on, I was essentially absent since then.

Now I will try to catch-up, if possible, over the next week before I travel again to New Haven to visit one of my closest friends at Yale.

I will say, though, that apart from the inconvenience of being cut off from the virtual world, I have been enjoying being behind the wheel of a car again. That is something I have avoided in Turkey for obvious reasons to those who have been in Istanbul traffic at least once in their lives.

And now to The Reader.