Monthly Archives: March 2014
On “Golden”
This is holding a place…(hey, is that a good first line?)
30/30 No. 4: Rovinj
Rovinj for the summer-lovers Stay with me now. Imagine a set of stairs, in a warm seaside town in summer. They are stone steps made dark by a roof shared between the buildings on either side. The cold you … Continue reading
About Rovinj
Around the lunch table today, the consensus was that this cold snap… sucks blows …is for the penguins. We’re over snow, sleet, polar vortices, arctic gusts, and mid-term apathy. We want our Spring! I thought maybe a sun dance (which I intended … Continue reading
30/30 No. 3: Sometimes the Ghosts
Sometimes the Ghosts Sometimes the ghosts, finding it is spring again, take to the street, strolling through the lamplit dusk to the old magnolia park. They sit on benches they don’t remember being there, they linger on the bridges over … Continue reading
Sometimes…
The structure that burned last week was actually one building in a complex which was started in 1893. The original building, which includes the hotel lobby and what I imagine are the original guest rooms, still stands, and this … Continue reading
30/30 No. 2: Detour for Idiom
Detour for Idiom: Overheard in the Neighborhood You could meet your ass end comin’ around them back streets on the detour. Yeah, our little neck of the woods doesn’t see as much traffic in a month o’ Sundays as … Continue reading
Detour for Safety
Once I saw the extent of the fire, I understood that Park Avenue would have to be closed. It was, for about a three-block stretch. Many people who live off of Park–and others who are local enough to know the route–were forced for several … Continue reading
30/30 No. 1: In the Old Hotel
In the Old Hotel –for the Majestic, 1893-2014 1. She doesn’t check in, but sneaks. (There is no one behind the front desk anyway.) She takes the stairs, slowly, keeping close to the side, where the wood bears her … Continue reading
The Old Hotel
For a couple of weeks now, conversation around my town–and around the lunch table where I work, which isn’t in my town–has often turned to the plight of the Majestic Hotel, which had been recently boarded-up after the owner was issued … Continue reading