Archive for April, 2011

Bag Ladies

April 23, 2011

There they are, after leaving the soup kitchen on Park and Lexington. The walk to the subway stop is a short one. The elevator takes them down to where people just off from work are taking the train to go home. These women have no home. They push their carts and they carry their heavy bags to get a seat somewhere down there. If they are seen and looked at, most of the time they are easily dismissed by the passers-by.

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The Cats

April 21, 2011

 One day the cats disappeared. They were living in a parking lot on Havemeyer, corner Metropolitan Avenue in Williamsburgh, Brooklyn. The next day, about 8 or 9 of them went missing. They are so unprotected! Who cares about them if they were abandoned and/or dumped in the first place? They had nowhere else to live besides the parking lot. Even if it was not an ideal place because they had no protection during the winter season, with all the snow falling and when the rains come down hard they had no choice but to hide under the cars—still it was their home. They are gone now. They are not to be seen.

Failure? Who Says?

April 15, 2011

Failure? Who Says? Supposedly, I am a failure. Funny, but I don’t feel like a failure. The idea of not believing in myself has not entered my psyche. Things are hard right now. They are very hard and they might get worse. Some people might want to take advantage of that, but I cannot let them do that. Some might even want to hurt me. They cannot do that, either.

Old Feeling

April 11, 2011

Storage room in Brooklyn. New windows. Better windows. It is all the same. I have very little time left. How to decide? Going, yes, I know I have to go. But where? I am, not scared. I am just tired and disgusted. If I were me a few years earlier, I’d be throwing up. A lack of home–physical and emotional–has been a greabig theme in my life. That lack was made even worse when I lost my home in GA to mortgage fraud, predatory lending and foreclosure. I blame myself for taking that Greyhound bus to Atlanta. I cannot blame myself for doing everything I could to save it when I found out what had happened, wStorage room in Brooklyn. New windows. Better windows. It is all the same. I have very little time left. How to decide? Going, yes, I know I have to go. But where? I am, not scared. I am just tired and disgusted. If I were me a few years earlier, I’d be throwing up. A lack of home–physical and emotional–has been a greabig theme in my life. That lack was made even worse when I lost my home in GA to mortgage fraud, predatory lending and foreclosure. I blame myself for taking that Greyhound bus to Atlanta. I cannot blame myself for doing everything I could to save it when I found out what had happened, what I had been mixed up in. Now in New York 2011, I am homeless again. I can say this: It sucks! How I remember the feeling. I remember it because I have been feeling it for years! I better not buy this; I better not do that because I may not be around in a week or two. I may not be here. What’s the use of carrying extra stuff around with me? hat I had been mixed up in. Now in New York 2011, I am homeless again. I can say this: It sucks! How I remember the feeling. I remember it because I have been feeling it for years! I better not buy this; I better not do that because I may not be around in a week or two. I may not be here. What’s the use of carrying extra stuff around with me?

Windows

April 11, 2011

Storage room in Brooklyn. New windows. Better windows. It is all the same. I have very little time left. How to decide? Going, yes, I know I have to go. But where?  I am, not scared. I am just tired and disgusted. If I were me a few years earlier, I’d be throwing up. A lack of home–physical and emotional–has been a greabig theme in my life. That lack was made even worse when I lost my home in GA to mortgage fraud, predatory lending and foreclosure. I blame myself for taking that Greyhound bus to Atlanta. I cannot blame myself for doing everything I could to save it when I found out what had happened, what I had been mixed up in. Now in New York 2011, I am homeless again. I can say this: It sucks!

Sidewalk Scene

April 1, 2011

Sidewalk Scene:

He was lying all stretched out on the pavement. The man’s head was next to the garbage can that the sanitation people put out. There was very little foot traffic by the Williamsburgh Bridge at that time of night. He had wrapped himself up in blankets, but it was cold. The weather forecasters had predicted rain and snow showers. His face looked placid. His eyes didn’t want to open.