• Madam President

    Broken Glass

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 29th, 2016

    Growing up I was told that I could be anything I wanted to be. Including President of the United States of America. It didn't pan out.

  • Here and Now

    Reality Check

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 19th, 2016

    Reporting for duty as ordered. Useless to resist.

  • Time After Time

    A Perfect Stranger

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 16th, 2016

    In the waiting room passing time with a perfect stranger.

  • Coda

    Still Crazy After All These Years

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 13th, 2016

    At 74, Paul Simon has annunced that his latest CD Stranger to Stranger will be his last. How absurd. It's prcisely when artists so often make their most poignant and compelling work. The void is the message.

  • Rose Tattoo

    What's in a Name

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 12th, 2016

    "He was a rose" lamented Serafina lighting a candle to the memory of her husband. But another rose, Mangiacavallo,, proved to smell as sweet.

  • High Noon

    Officer Down Need Backup

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 12th, 2016

    The Founding Fathers meant muskets. The right to bear arms and organize militias. Self defense for citizens of the wild frontier. Now morphed to open carry laws. Packing heat at the mall. Assault weapons with armor piercing ammo. Republican Congress backing NRA gun lobby racking in cash. While on mean streets of inner cities bodies pile up as mothers grieve for their children.

  • When I Grow Up

    Super Man or Maybe a Cop

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 11th, 2016

    Grown ups always ask kids what they want to be. It seems so important to them. It would have been nice to be Super Man. You know, able to leap over tall buildings with a single bound. Maybe a cowboy, cop or ballerina.

  • On Hearing Delius


    By: By Stephen Rifkin - Jul 09th, 2016

    It’s a sort of whistling in the dark.

  • Right or Wrong

    Then and Now

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 08th, 2016

    The architect Frank Lloyd Wright was opinionated and outspoken. He shocked Bostonians with incisive remarks at the venerable Copley Society.

  • Zig or Zag

    Equivocating Equivalence

    By: c - Jul 06th, 2016

    To be or what the heck.

  • Unconventional

    Trumped Up Wife

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 19th, 2016

    Melania, a stunning fashonista, pay-for-play wife of The Donald spoke with elegance and chilly poise. Nothing personal. Dressed for success unleashed on fools we mortals be. Until, next news cycle, it seems she plagarized Michelle Obama the current first lady.

  • Raeford Liles

    My Oldest Friend

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 20th, 2016

    Down and out on the Lower East side my Godfather, Raeford Liles, saved my ass. A former military man he got things done. On Sunday nights we worked a bar then celebrated with outrageours garden parties. He mixed the sangria in a waste basket and we grilled burgers with screen and a bed spring over charcoal. Still crazy after all these years my oldest friend has turned 93.

  • Gloom and Doom

    Hard Times

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 28th, 2016

    Dark shadows forecast gloom and doom. But we can't have it both ways

  • Putin Make Me Puke

    Art of the Steal

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 27th, 2016

    That big bad bear Vladimir Putin? Not to worry. The Donald will invite him to the Trump golf course in Scotland. Over a fine single malt they will decide the fate of the world. Just another deal. So a few people get hurt.

  • Checkout Counter

    Gaming the System

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 27th, 2016

    They call Florida God's Waiting Room.

  • Surfing Tsunami

    All Shook Up

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 27th, 2016

    Lately it seems that a tsunami of bad luck has been crashing over our friends.

  • First Light

    The Shadow Catcher

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 26th, 2016

    Things that go bump in the night so different in the clear light of day.

  • Fast Eddy

    Catch Him If You Can

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 23rd, 2016

    My friend Fast Eddy a Jewish/Indian is always on the go. His friends, who he calls "kids," hear from him by e mail about twenty times a day. There are more updates than AP or UPI. But you sense that he truly loves each and every one of us.

  • Perhaps

    Then Again Perhaps Not

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 23rd, 2016

    He was angry and demanded answers. To which there was a diffident response that infuriated him all the more.

  • The Fate of Water

    Dune and Gloom

    By: Stephen Rifkin - Jul 22nd, 2016

    My work is an engagement with the concept, a poem.

  • Losing My Marbles

    Not Just Conceptual Art

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 21st, 2016

    To celebrate my retirement I hung a retrospective of some 100 photos in a show called Last Call. On that occasion in 2005 my artist friend Thad Beal gave me a gift of a box of marbles in anticipation of the impending downward spiral. It was funny at the time but now more real with every passing day.

  • Mangia Bene

    We Are What We Eat

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 06th, 2016

    Decades ago in Boston's Sicilian North End I invited my friend Phil Bleeth to join me for lunch at an excellent neighborgood cafeteria. He was blown away when I ordered the rolled pig skins over pasta.

  • High Heat

    Lament of the Wedding Singer

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 04th, 2016

    Gonzo poets as the boys of summer.

  • Clambake on Lighthouse Beach

    Traditional Feast

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 04th, 2016

    During summers Indians came to feast on the beach. Archaeologists have found massive remains on favoried sits for clambakes.

  • Rain Check

    My Heart Belongs to Dada

    By: Benno Friedman - Jun 09th, 2016

    With regrets I turned down an invitation to lunch with fellow Berkshire resident Benno Fiedman. We knew each outer as art majors at Brandeis University in the 1960s and have been friends ever since. Evoking Duchamp's famous urinal as art his remarkable response waxed poetic.

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