Saturday, October 31, 2015

Halloween 2015

Hi Carole, had the sweetest dream about us, maybe college age, we under the trees on the sumpland behind my house that is being gutted for houses.

That reality brutal, I still can't imagine it even as one lot has been cleared— in the time of of sea rise— land permitted without drainage, the greed and arrogance stupendous.

Yet under the trees lovely, the shade of them. Not sure how many will remain after, maybe none.

In the dream, you won a scholarship and we were so happy, at peace. There were children in the dream, sitting in the shade with us, that perhaps hopeful.

Two years ago on this day in real time, we had major flooding. Images are posted on Pinecrest Floods I worked so hard to get the land reclaimed, restored. Preserved.   There is an image on that site of the very spot we sat.

Now, trying to reconcile the dream of scholarship with the lowlands and its bounty, the beauty of nature, even marred after its desecration but still vital and now again trashed, no thought to keep it as green acreage, a floodplain for the pumps ahead.

You and I together, in another place — perhaps a parallel universe — twined time — before the dystopia to come.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Not so spooky

As if I doubted ....

Einstein was deeply unhappy with the uncertainty introduced by quantum theory and described the implications of quantum theory as akin to God playing dice.
But since the 1970s, a series of precise experiments by physicists are increasingly erasing doubt — alternative explanations that are referred to as loopholes — that two previously entangled particles, even if separated by the width of the universe, could instantly interact.
The new experiment, conducted by a group led by Ronald Hanson, a physicist at the Dutch university’s Kavli Institute of Nanoscience, and joined by scientists from Spain and England, is the strongest evidence yet to support the most fundamental claims of the theory of quantum mechanics about the existence of an odd world formed by a fabric of subatomic particles, where matter does not take form until it is observed and time runs backward as well as forward.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

October 19, 2015, from Danny: Sunset @ Key West

Photo: Daniel Abril

(Click on image to enlarge)

I'm back. Yes, I'm safe. 

It was gray and dreary the whole ride down, then as soon as I hit Key West the sky opened up and it was beautiful. 

I arrived stress free, with time to spare before sunset.   

I threw the flowers and said a prayer.   

Monday, October 19, 2015

Counting backwards: October 19, 2015 to 2002

Hi Carole, my dear sister, love of my life ..

I've been placing  boxes of chocolates under your picture on the fireplace mantel, buying after Xmas and Valentines Day holidays when they are on sale ... as when we used to gift ourselves and each other.

Celeste took one maybe two months ago, I didn't notice it missing, who'd ever consider swallowing?

She announced that it was stale and I said it was for you and she said that that you must have eaten it.

If only,

If only ...

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015: Reading and writing via a transformed sisterhood

Hi Carole,

Lots of recent media about Narcos series re Netflix, a streaming video company, and upcoming movies about the Medellin drug lord years.  Netflix before your time and I am not watching the series, way too painful, the recall of our cocaine addicted father tossing the daughter whom he would later claim to have loved the most: his youngest daughter flipped to hide his habit. All his grit and scum because you were on to him, had worried about the father who would pitch you like an old pair of shoes.  God, how I miss you.

PS: Danny = Key West tomorrow, a fine kindred spirit. Truly lovely even as he may not believe or see it yet.

PSS: Josh says our book has a King Lear theme but no way like that.  Think time bounce, we as kids between Mother's tomatoes and what comes later. Mom's sections are hilarious! You'd be pleased, would do a much better job ....

Friday, October 16, 2015

FBI Tea Party. Is a few few days before Oct 19 ... 2002 - 2015

Hi Carole, always with you, imagining how much fuller our lives would have been. Must be grateful for what we had, still have in a changed sense, mostly tears. Other have it worse is what I tell myself.

Just getting back into us, have spent all summer with Pinecrest Floods. Last two floods were last two weeks of October. Getting treated by Pinecrest the way our father treated us, screwed. FUCKED. Should be used to it.


Found a Senate report from 1988 referred to as  Kerry report. Drugs, Law Enforcement and Foreign Policy. Pages beginning around 42 eye poppers, stuff I'd forgotten or never knew, relates to the Barbara Trent movie we saw ... will work some into our story.

Boys are doing OK, at least they have a place that needs a new roof!

Love and miss you.


Friday, August 14, 2015


Hi Carole, 

I didn’t post this to an NYT article,  a grief so deep it won’t die,  but am so overdue in writing, my thoughts here:

It has been 13 years since my sister died, she 52, I theoretically 18 months older but in reality we sloshed in the same womb blood, sharing.  There isn’t a day that goes by that my longing for her is greater than anyone understands. No one does, my extended bereavement isn’t normal a close friend says but who is she to judge? 

I had died the year before during a horrific surgery and perceived timelessness, the space that isn’t actually time because there is no beginning or end, rather a magnificence — a unison wisping into and out of, the void as we join the universe.  Void isn’t the correct descriptive either because within it there is movement and sound, an intangible flimsiness solid in its being. In scientifc terms, maybe the entanglement physicists refer to, and in that way we are tethered and shall always be.

Your poem: eloquent. 

Before Stars

Before there were stars night was an eyeless staring
with nowhere to look leading into, unmapped by any chart

and always losing itself. Because of this, women were born,
formed from the faces of candles, gasoline lanterns, or

kerosene lights, with nothing to see looking onto,
and which night knew nothing about from its distance.

Then came their flames rising like points from their
blind spots, forming stars, which night looking out of was seen

seeing women.

Carole Leslie Marcus

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Books and Books

Hi Schwestie,  Elizabeth Alexander streamed live from Books and Books, and after listening, hearing — I dreamed of you all night, touched you, we touched, with children, ours.  Were outside, lots of tree leaves, very green.

Alexander was nominated for Pulitzer in Poetry, her language superb.  You'd appreciate too, am sure. In her mindstate of sudden loss, her husband, she talked about Rilke. I am so occupied with Pinecrest Floods crap, haven't had time for us. Amazing what big shots can get away with, as if we didn't know!

Did I mention Pinecrest Bans Sumpland?  Oh Carole, the sheer idiocy of denial, here there and everywhere.  Wrote a prose piece and submitted. The Water and Its Clout.  If not published, will post.

Love you always and beyond.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Route 65/66, January 3, 2015

Missing you dearly .... crawling to 1992 FBI Tea Party, ohhhhhhhh Carole

Friday, January 2, 2015

Thumbprints, skyward ... January 2, 2015

Carole, a theoretical tomorrow, tomorrow itself,
we would have been a year apart in age.
You 65, me 66, how we'd laughed and giggled,
imagining, those thumbprints
but not ours as dust.