Peter J. Crowley

A Moment, an Hour Without Time or Place

05.23.2017 by Peter J. Crowley // 1 Comment

A Pill and cool coffee as I recline on my bed. Miles music plays to silence and the body disappears………………………just the mind in a place where there is no time, no before or after. A meditative trance like state no broken body just the mind wandering through………………….

I pull out of the Crosbie lot on North St. waiting as two cars hurry to the red light a formidable black women cuts to the side line as her skinny white friend prepares a crack back block ………

she leans over my shoulder laughing whispers of the sweet song of youth…….

the moment passes reality returns and I am late to the dance.

peace pjc

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Sampling of growing up

04.19.2017 by Peter J. Crowley // 3 Comments

Last week a package arrived with new shoes. She is very conscious of how things feel so there is only one type of shoes she wears. Sitting with mom they open the new shoes with dinosaurs on them. But they have Palm tress? Comparing the shoes and the order she says they have the same skee number. Mom that’s not possible and looks sure enough same number. Inara quips and besides I wear shoes with animals on them not habitat.

Percival Landing with her friend the pigeon.

Mothra hand made costume.

SOUR candy on Menchie’s Frozen Yogurt

Grandpa’s Ice Cream Who are those two in the mirror.

A Dinosaur of course.

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Photographic Art Portraits

Moments Happen faster at 4 soon to be 5

11.28.2016 by Peter J. Crowley // 4 Comments

Wednesday after school two little eyes peep through my mail slot laughing always laughing. The door opens and the fast fun begins with a run around laughing ending in my arms. Errands to run we head out to Costco entering a movie on a big screen TV. Like a moth to a flame she hones in “I have seen this movie before.” Mom goes to shop we watch Inside Out. She follows intently as the little girl finds her way home after considering running away. Relief from her parents she starts to cry. Inara pushes me over to the next TV watching very serious she begins to tear up with the girl. As the girl settles safely home she stops crying, a tear wiped from Inara’s she comes hugs me pulls me back for the rest of the movie. WOW

At this point she was a bat, a tired bat flying around Blue with me while mom shops.

Saturday out to shop to blue. I walk out to the car and as our custom I go to her window tap laugh and make a face. Once in the car she announces “I’m a wolverine.” What sound do you make. You must know each new personas voice. At Poppet where the dealing begins try these boots on she does and likes. But there are frogs she likes better. Another pair of boots I’ll try them on if I can have a frog? Inara it is almost Christmas we should put them on the list. Back and forth the negotiations continue. The list started Dec. 27th first trip to a store after Christmas. Quiet talks with mom we decide to get them for her but for Christmas. I will take her to the bakery for a cookie distraction. “But I really want a frog” now in full frog mood hoping around. We go for a cookie a settlement reached.

Bend don’t break Kissinger gets a smaller frog and a cookie.

Mom had the same eyes. New Haven 1973 already using the look to negotiate.

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Photographic Art the seventies