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  • Depression Glass

    Letting Go

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 17th, 2016

    Buy low and sell high I thought decades ago. Planned to make a fortune on depression glass. Bought cheap at Revere Flea Market. We used some but not all of it every day.

  • Journey

    Here to Beyond

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 16th, 2016

    The journey of an artist is not a straight line. Guided by an inner compass the creative path twists and turns. Initial plans morph and change as the work follows its own momentum.

  • The Walk To The Paradise Garden

    Seasonal Reflection

    By: Stephen Rifkin - Aug 14th, 2016

    Verse for a summer's day.

  • On the Beach

    Making Waves

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 10th, 2016

    Bracing against a ferocious Nor' easter. Elders closing ranks and holding fast resisting crashing waves.

  • Bald Eagle

    Prophetic Predator

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 08th, 2016

    The giant bald eagle feasted on my flesh.

  • Farm Stand

    Not the Same

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 06th, 2016

    Now early August we grilled the first sweet corn of the season from the local farm stand. But something wasn't right.

  • Swamp Talk

    Muck Slinging

    By: c - Aug 05th, 2016

    There's no reasoning with a swamp lizard.

  • King Kong

    Riff and That

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 03rd, 2016

    Rumble in the jungle on the run for life an limb.

  • Floral Oracle

    Plucking Petals

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 02nd, 2016

    The quandry of youthful romance and its floral oracle.

  • Pratfalls

    Mistakes as Art

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 02nd, 2016

    Our cousin Edward was a strange kid. He would trust his fingers a if to poke our eyes. Then stop short and with a derange laugh exclaim "It slipped." When Pip and I phone or echange e mails we often use "It Slipped." The phrase evokes all the near misses of daily life off the rails.

  • Up in Smoke

    Dawn’s Early Light

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 01st, 2016

    With compassion the major offered the condemned men a last cigarette.

  • After the Rain

    No Man's Land

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 31st, 2016

    During the worst of it we leaped into a crater.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

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