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THE CLOSET
By Dr. Mel Waldman I live in a closet. But each day, I leave my little home and the safety of my microscopic universe. I saunter off into the labyrinthine streets and walk the tightrope of life and death. I don’t belong. Do you? I trudge across the Manhattan Bridge to work. I’ve got a [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE DEVIL
By Dr. Mel Waldman The Devil wears many masks and faces. Often, it covers its true identity with the gold image of hope and redemption. With its melodious voice, it promises salvation. And we believe, for we desperately need a leader to take us to the Promised Land. So we believe. It speaks softly of [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE BEAST
By Dr. Mel Waldman The beast stalks and kills other predators in the wilderness. It is the most powerful creature in the wasteland, fiercer than the Tasmanian wolf, uglier than the Tasmanian devil. The beast wears many masks. Old wise men say that if you see its undisguised face, you will die from terror and [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTOXIC UNIVERSE
By Dr. Mel Waldman The antediluvian universe vanished suddenly. Why? Our wise men could not explain this eerie event, nor could we. Left behind in an enigmatic Void, we waited. The darkness arrived first, surrounding and engulfing us. We sat like blind men inside our dark, dank homes. The dawn disappeared too and we lost [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedLAST DAYS
By Dr. Mel Waldman Last days, lacerated time, shrinking space, frozen face, the universe closing in on us; we didn’t know your life approached extinction. The days disappeared eerily, and when they reached finality, you passed away, forgetting how to breathe, unable to sustain even one more breath. Just before that poignant moment of unbearable [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE GARDEN
By Dr. Mel Waldman Clutching my sacred manuscripts, I stroll through the garden, gazing at my pretty flowers, my vibrant red and white roses blooming in the glorious sun and my old and dying daisies and sunflowers, shriveled up and vanishing into the earth. Letting go, saying goodbye. Why? I saunter around my garden and [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedTHE HOUSE OF TRAUMA
By Dr. Mel Waldman I live in the House of Trauma, my labyrinthine mansion of infinite rooms where I keep my alter egos locked up. I keep my multiple identities safe from each other and me, and cut off from many dark horrific memories, the devastating truths of my existence, my unbearable past. But each [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE GHOST OF OUR EXISTENCE
By Dr. Mel Waldman The ghost of our existence is here, inside my little room of being and becoming. And it is out there with you, wherever you are, wherever you go. It is everywhere, surrounding and enclosing us in a sphere of life. It engulfs us in a metaphysical ball as vast as the [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedREQUIEM FOR THE LIVING
By Dr. Mel Waldman November days, early winter, heavy swirling snowfall rushes to earth, covers Old Brooklyn; the whirling glimmering whiteness, a curse, a blessing; the blizzard blinds me, seems to last forever, doesn’t cease for days, the days linger for eternity; I’m lost in the endless passage of time; and now, I hear the [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE FEAST
By Dr. Mel Waldman Sweet phantasmagoria, my early life was a surreal feast. I devoured all the foods I craved, didn’t gain a pound. A skinny kid with a fast metabolism, I worked off my hot pastrami sandwiches, frankfurters, French fries, cheesecake, strawberry shortcake, sirloin and rib steaks, pizza with extra cheese, and anything else [...]
30Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedSCREAM
By Dr. Mel Waldman Scream. I scream silently into the swirling, whirling night as I stroll across the Coney Island Boardwalk at midnight. A full moon hovers over the ocean and the pier and all of Brooklyn on this eerie night. Two strangers pass me as I saunter to the pier. I shriek. But they [...]
30Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMONSTERS
By Dr. Mel Waldman Where are the monsters? They’re out there and inside, far away and near. That’s where. The monsters are everywhere. Where do they come from? They come from the outskirts of the macro-universe and from the center of the micro-universe. They come from the Darkness. They also hide in the Light. They [...]
30Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE DARKNESS BATHED IN TRAUMA
By Dr. Mel Waldman My name is Darkness. I am the Darkness bathed in trauma. And I live inside the human beast. My twin is Light. He hides from me in the sun, for I’m his alter ego, the Darkness touched by evil soaked in trauma. He trembles before me, for he fears I will [...]
30Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE TRAIN TO NOWHERE
By Dr. Mel Waldman The nightmare is always the same. Traveling on a train to nowhere, my ego melts away and then my self disappears, followed by my dissolving spirit-my dying soul. My identity vanishes on a train to nowhere and yet, nowhere has a name, an ominous name I’ve never heard before. I am [...]
30Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE MARTIANS ARRIVED 5 BILLION YEARS AGO
By Dr. Mel Waldman The Martians arrived 5 billion years ago. No one told me. I didn’t exist. The Martians arrived after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden. Who knew? No one told me. They never found the sacred garden. But they liked the earth and stayed. No one noticed. Not [...]
10Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE END
By Dr. Mel Waldman It’s coming for you. On this night, the wind steals your breath. Far away and around the corner, fires feast on forests, encircling beautiful barren woods, desiccated and old and exposed to the vicissitudes of nature and Darwinian law. And rushing forth from the sea, mammoth tides flood the sands on [...]
10Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedINSIDE THE MIRROR
By Dr. Mel Waldman Looking inside the mirror, sucked into a black hole of despair; Hell eats my wounded soul, and the raw truth of evil terrorizes my psyche, a barren wasteland, nothingness, a lonely, empty place devoid of hope descending into an infinite labyrinth, a whirling, swirling, endless darkness ripping the remnants of my [...]
8Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedWHAT I DON’T SAY
By Dr. Mel Waldman Listen to my powerful trumpet blasting across the Void. Listen to my music strong and steady and certain. Listen! Listen to my whispers, murmurs, rustles, my susurrations. Listen to my inaudible sounds. Listen! Listen to what I say and in the vast silence, the bridge of nothingness, listen to what I [...]
7Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedWEAPONS OF EMOTIONAL DESTRUCTION
By Dr. Mel Waldman Speak to me softly, gently with zephyrs brushing against my olive skin, turquoise skies sweeping across my psyche, and red sensuous sunsets vanishing in my invisible 3rd eye. Speak to me with beautiful spirit, and I will fly thousands of miles with the monarch butterflies to your sacred, ancestral home, your [...]
7Dec2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedANTEDILUVIAN MAN
By Dr. Mel Waldman Antediluvian man, buried in my subterranean brain, you speak to me in my sleep, softly, whispering, murmuring words of revelation and I listen to you; I let you into the secret caverns of my psyche, scattered throughout my mind, some closer to the surface, almost touching consciousness, brushing across the brain [...]
22Nov2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedDANCING AROUND THE CIRCLE OF CREATION AT THE BEGINNING OF SPACE & TIME
By Dr. Mel Waldman I’m dancing around the Circle of Creation at the beginning of Space & Time, dancing and swirling and whirling and dancing around the sacred circle. Yet I do not exist. A billion years will pass or perhaps, a trillion or more, before my distant ancestors are born and even then, I [...]
22Nov2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedSCORPIO
By Dr. Mel Waldman Born under the 8th sign of the zodiac, I am Scorpio. After midnight, when I sleep, a scorpion crawls across my dreamscape. I follow it into the black hole of my psyche. Sucked into dark space, I sail into the Void. I vanish. No one searches for me. No one realizes [...]
22Nov2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE LADY’S A CHAMELEON
By Dr. Mel Waldman The Lady’s a chameleon with golden or jet black hair and blue or dark brown eyes. Her beauty is devastating and breathtaking, for she is drop-dead gorgeous with her young silky skin. Yet sometimes she is an Old Lady who staggers toward you in a shiny metal walker, or with a [...]
22Nov2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedI CAN’T LET GO
By Dr. Mel Waldman I can’t let go. I try. But the guilt sticks to my skin, and that which escapes slithers into my brain. I can’t let go. Letting go might drive me insane, and madder than Mt. Vesuvius when it destroyed Pompeii, I would walk the earth without the familiar pain, empty and [...]
22Nov2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedEARTH GHAZAL
By Dr. Mel Waldman The mask of death covers the land. We wait-and kiss the earth. We swing on the pendulum of war and peace-our Fate-and kiss the earth. A jazz musician merges with Sweet Phantasmagoria. And lovers in the park-transformed-sit on the grass-wait-and kiss the earth. A philosophy professor explores the meaning of life. [...]
30Oct2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedOLD
By Dr. Mel Waldman Old, I eat despair and darkness, my psyche bloated with human debris, death. Cold, my blood flows slowly, my heart weak. I seek salvation, an old man’s dream. Old, I visit the graves, eternal homes of my loved ones, haunting graves of silence, Cold graves that speak to me, where I [...]
30Oct2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedFAITH
By Dr. Mel Waldman Faith, the femme fatale of human frailty, dances naked in my soul. No tags for this post.
30Oct2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedENDANGERED SPECIES
By Dr. Mel Waldman Surreal images flash across my psyche, the faces of the deceased and the dying dancing in phantasmagoria. All my loved ones inevitably vanish in a swirling sphere of time, disappearing into the black hole of death, becoming dust and returning to earth. Left behind in the whirling wilderness of life, I [...]
30Oct2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMY CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH: AN OBJECT OF TERROR AND CURIOSITY
By Dr. Mel Waldman I speak to You each night. Don’t know your face, but I sense your presence. My body screams with pain. I’m that horrific creature in Munch’s The Scream. Yes, that dark ghost of a ghost screaming into the whirling, swirling Void. Most of the time, I can tolerate this agony. When [...]
30Oct2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedJEWISH HERO
By Dr. Mel Waldman A monolith before the war, he stood tall and ominous, like an ancient Roman centurion, looming in the distance, destined to be a warrior, a patriot, a Jewish hero from Brooklyn, mythological but as real as any soldier returning to us with body parts missing, brain-damaged and overloaded with violent imagery, [...]
29Sep2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedWHAT I LISTEN TO
By Dr. Mel Waldman A shrink, I listen to the voices of darkness, ghostly voices of the living dead wandering in a wasteland of despair, howling voices, horrific voices shrieking Hell, mournful voices, mad voices, mutilated voices sputtering chaos from murdered souls, traumatic voices testifying against the human beasts who had tortured them or others; [...]
29Sep2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE SCARECROW
By Dr. Mel Waldman I passed the Scarecrow yesterday on the Road of Nothingness. Looking back, I still see it. I’ve traveled miles and miles and yet, the eerie thing is always there. Where am I? In the distance, I see its metal face. It beckons me. A familiar stranger, it waits. I slow down [...]
29Sep2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedBLACK MASK
By Dr. Mel Waldman I peeled off the mask of summer. Almost naked, I wear Death’s black mask. No tags for this post.
29Sep2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued