Al Sullivan's Journal

                                                (for Robert Frost) She cries because of you, each word, a brick piled upon her bac...

                                                                                               June 29, 1982     Currents of ra...

  04-13-80 I sit across the table from her in the college cafeteria trying to keep from saying anything, while knowing I should....

                          1983 I cross this bridge even in my dreams, even during those two years it took them to rebuild it a...

04/10/80 The fury lump looks so misshapen, I mistake it for something dead, just another dead body on the streets of my homet...

04/09/80 The My Way is crowed with burly men in heavy coats, overdressed against a mid-spring chill, anxious for the seasons to ...

Sept. 7, 1971 Louise got the call from New York yesterday, and learned George was dead. We knew he worked for the Filmore as...