RI DAILY

Manhattan's little, quieter island and beyond

Stories that matter, from the heart of the East River.

RI DAILY

Manhattan's little, quieter island and beyond

Reporting Roosevelt Island since sunrise.

Year: 2018

Esther Hicks turned mean: What’s the connection?

Inexplicably at the time, just months before Jerry shocked the universe of Abraham-Hicks with an announcement of his undergoing chemotherapy, Esther showed another face of Abraham, an impossible face, mean, disparaging and angry. Was there a connection?

Truth: Was Abraham Hicks Really Dead?

Abraham Hicks is Dead is an excerpt from An Abraham Hicks Digest, a collection of online articles. Note: I didn’t get this one 100% right. I wrote it during the painful summer interval following disclosure of Jerry Hicks’s cancer. The…

The Untold Story of Jerry Hicks: Unraveling the Hidden Past

Jerry Hicks’ biography has several gaps and mysteries, especially concerning his early life and activities before meeting Esther. His identity, prior endeavors, and the credibility of his claims remain obscure. Even details surrounding his death and the circumstances leading up to it are shrouded in secrecy and speculation.

Biggest Human Mystery: Why Do We Evolve Now?

Why do we evolve? We know that we do, but do we know why? Our emotional, sensual response to the sight and smell of a flower encourages us to take one step after another until we reach the source. Not…

Omnibus 1965 Poem

Omnibus 1965 Poem Who could ever forget? Riding all night on that half-empty Greyhound, waking in the alone notime darkness of Nebraska waking to the smell of gristmill corn, being filled, mistaking, in half-sleep, the scent of being in love…

Hard Dreams Poem

Hard Dreams poem.. One night, deep in an uncertain period in my life, I sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette and looking down a narrow alley to the street at a single streetlight. Cars and trucks blurred under it….

And, of course, there is always more…

An enriching, gritty awareness of the fullness of a world filled with activity, interaction, defined through multiple lenses and countless surfaces inspired this free verse.

Sometimes,The Wheels Just Come Off

The wheels just come off, sometimes, seen in the right — or wrong frame of mind. The world feels like an incredibly intricate, interlinked pool table. In one such frame of mind, I got the idea for this poem.

Poem: I remember everything

I remember everything… I remember everything I remember everything promise, vow, commitment, engagement Name it Kept every one, no exceptions Afloat in mild night air, seventeen I knew I’d love her for all my life Can still feel the joy…

Death Walks a Shit-Scarred Lane – Narrative Poetry

Death Walks a Shit-Scarred Lane was written from memory, mine and/or someone else’s, the brutal reality clear as it came to me. Death Stalks a Shit-Scarred Lane Sucking, tugging mud, damp, cold around my feet and ankles. Val’s dress collects…