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    It's September.  Everyone is back in the city.  Humidity and allergens are high.  School is in session and renewal and high energy are palpable. 
    Transitional seasons are exciting.  They bring high expectations.  But hope carries anxiety and pressures, like parasites.  Fortunately, I do pretty much the same thing every day and every season.  In this way I try to insulate myself from the vicissitudes of anticipation and disappointment.  
    My first and only book of poetry, The Lost Poem & Others Like it is close to publication. I say "only" because this collection includes nearly every poem I have written.  It is divided into sections, or mini-books, each of which has its own theme and predominant style.  
   At first, I thought,"Why should I sift through all 131 poems again?  I had already painstakingly revised them multiple times.  Now I'm glad I did.  
   Poetry and rhetoric are the basis for all I do, so reading my poems has been more than a walk through memory, but a reckoning of what I've done and how my writing has evolved.  
    The advertising novel also speeds toward closure.  In the later chapters, the revisions go more smoothly.  I must have been more assured as I went along with a clearer idea of what I wanted to say and where the story was going.  And with an end in sight, I may have also picked up the pace--a runner's finishing kick.                                                   
 
Making Up For Lost Time, my book of essays was published on February  23, 2011, and is available at Amazon.com. It has reached double digits in sales.
 
NIGHT SCENES is a book of photographs, poetry and prose whose subject is the streets of nocturnal New York. Ralph Gabriner took the pictures and I wrote the poetry and prose and it is now available as an I-book, with an audio component of me reading the poems.    
LAZARUS SONNENSCHEIN
 
Five years ago I googled my name.  I found it, but it didn't belong to me. 
 
My name was hoarded by 3 lawyers.  It was humiliating and infuriating.    
 
Now, five years later, the only Eric Sonnenschein I know is represented on the internet. 
 
 
 TIME AND SPACE 

 

We are as attached to time as to space.  We defend our significant moments like private property and will sooner abide trespass on our lawns than on our memories.”

 Eric Jay

 

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A WORD TO THE WISE
 

I’d keep my ear to the pavement, but people aren’t picking up after their dogs.

TO AN OLD FRIEND AFTER A LONG SILENCE I SAID:

Are you a grandfather yet?  My daughter was a toddler then; in a few months she'll be in college.  I remember your daughter was in high school then.  She had a broken leg from practicing with her marching band after dark.  It was a long time ago, but the calendar says only 15 years have passed.

 

PARTING WORDS 2 A NICE COLLEAGUE

 

The “never gets better” part can be frustrating, disappointing, exhausting…but I think it is just the way life is, whether it is a human life, or a bug’s life:  it is cyclical and characterized by conflict and great expense of energy.