08/18/2023

Scene: A large bright room in a Manhattan apartment. Jimmy is arranging stacks of staff paper: Arnie sits at the piano, watching. 

ARNIE: (prompting) Sam wants you to do something.

JIMMY: If he’s helpless.

ARNIE: Yes?

JIMMY: Arnie. Helpless.

08/01/2023

Likely she’d have denied it but I remember—if I can trust myself—Saturday evenings, like it was an event, my mother would sit down with the dog and a box of Black Magic chocolates to watch the telly. She spent a lot of Saturday evenings alone. My father was a jazz musician…

07/16/2023

I’m posting this here as I post on my substack, Going Solo. Going forward I mean to post here first, sometimes adding items that won’t be posted elsewhere. 

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Deny

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