RI DAILY

Manhattan's little, quieter island and beyond

Reporting Roosevelt Island since sunrise.

RI DAILY

Manhattan's little, quieter island and beyond

Reporting Roosevelt Island since sunrise.

The Writing Life

Writing Isn’t Always Profitable, But You Don’t Have to Miss the Mortgage

By Patrick Young Assorted Ideas, Large & Small Whether you’re working on a children’s book, the next novel to rival the Harry Potter series, or a poem to define a generation, making money as a writer isn’t always easy. Fortunately,…

Why the New York Times Wants You To Hate Amazon

It happened again, just a few days ago. If you hate Amazon, as the New York Times wants you to, it was perfect.

Aegean: Sailing The Wine-Dark Sea, How To Do Greek Islands

In the Odyssey, “Sailing over the wine-dark sea” was how Homer described the Aegean nearly 3,000 years ago. Today, his pulse would still quicken, roused by the allure of those waters. By David Stone An archipelago stretches from the Greek mainland…

10 Reasons Why I Love Visiting Greece

I Love Visiting Greece. True, Trump’s got us banned from the European Union, but we can dream about better days ahead, can’t we?

My Greatest Hit as a Gag Writer, Yours for Free

My greatest hit as a gag writer put much needed money in my pocket when I needed it most, but real insight into the perils was yet to come. by David Stone Just for fun… I was paid $75 for…

When Seth Godin Killed Squidoo, Was It Really Fraud?

Seth Godin killed Squidoo, the best content writing site on the web. Spammers hurt Squidoo, but writers took the brunt of it… while Godin and HubPages profited. By David Stone Assorted Ideas, Large & Small Intro for Seth Godin Killed…

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.