Collected Love Stories

Collected Love Stories

I I remember your Jeep, lipstick-red and volume up, the feeling of you gunning it under my seat, speeding over the lake extending endless on either side of the one-lane road. The sunset painted the sky pink, and I remember thinking this is perfect, he is perfect, life...
The Saga of Traveling Pig

The Saga of Traveling Pig

There were four of us girls, three redheads of various hues and me, the oldest. I had decided years ago the business of hair dying took up more time than I cared to devote to vanity and had let the gray take over.  We were gathered in the foyer of the local Baptist...
Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Self Portrait The artist as a clown, now deconstruct. (Click on the image for a high-resolution version.)   David Weinholtz is an Artist living in Brooklyn, NY. His work continues to be inspired by the ever fascinating urban world in which he has lived for almost...
Hold That Tail!

Hold That Tail!

It was the year of the pig with no name.  When nonno brought home a baby pig from the livestock market in Campobasso in the early Spring, he cautioned me not to name it.  In previous years, including just a couple of months prior, I ended up squealing too when my...
In Appalachia, Living a Spectacle

In Appalachia, Living a Spectacle

We heard that the war was coming. We heard we were the victims & we were the perpetrators & we were the problem & we were the future. We heard a television man was coming with his camera & his vest & his eyes squinting against a hatless skyglare....