My city is dying from the inside. The suburbs keep sending the brightest and the best to fill in the ranks. Nobody knows nobody or so they say. The smoke rises, the bodies break, the hometown football warriors, the homecoming queens become ghosts. The war on drugs is just about over. All that remains is the body count and next week’s order.
Damn, Sweetheart
Michael Lebowitz takes us into the dark heart of the ultimate dysfunctional relationship. Put simply, it’s not so simple.
Tarmac Meditations # 31: Love is Where You Find It
No more secrets for me. No more phone calls drifting into an endless silence. No more relationships that can’t stand the light of day. No more afternoons. No more “What was I thinking?” or that other charmer “What the hell did I think was going to happen?” What’s done is done. Love and only love/can’t be denied…tonight I will sleep. Or maybe tomorrow…
No Pasarán: Found Photographs and Lost Eras
A photographer and writer remembers his father’s passion for the Spanish Civil War as he strips together old 35 mm negatives in an attempt to create a web background. The web background didn’t work but the image that survived the failed experiment is a powerful testament to human life, exploitation and the quest for freedom.
Tarmac Meditations #30: The Bruises Have Yet to Show
In the latest Tarmac Medititations, Michael suffers from fever, migraine and blueberry withdrawal — and too much Facebook.
Tarmac Meditations #29: Emotional Brambles
“When things have changed sometimes all a guy can do is wait for the sunrise and set out to start all over again,” writes Michael Lebowitz in the newest installment of Tarmac Meditations.
Tarmac Meditations # 28: It’s Not Personal, or Is It?
When Tony Soprano says it’s not personal it is likely true…mostly on account of the flotilla of personal disconnects in the man’s (character’s) emotional structure. When a friend says it’s not personal, it is important to note that one’s anger and all the rest is verifiable, distressing and is, well, personal.
Tarmac Meditations #27: Be Here Now
A runner reflects on the passage of time, the truth to be found in lies, and the need to just keep going and be here now.
Minnesota Mornings in Black and in Colour
A photographer. A curiosity. And Minnesota mornings worth capturing. Michael Lebowitz captures the spirit of the new day.
Tarmac Meditations #26: A Big Ten-Four
A writer trying to write and a runner trying to run dreams of big trucks falling from the sky. What can it all mean?
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