Author Archives: FRANK CAVESTANI

My memory strains as to the exact event or moment in our past when I first met Tom, but I’ll make a clouded stab.  It all blends together in a lifetime. Michael Shamberg, Top Value Television, (TVTV), the Democratic and … Continue reading →

THREE DRY RIVERS The headlights reveal the large giants Three thousand five hundred years old And yet alive. Covered with inch deep red bark and history. What is the meaning of my being here? Why don’t I listen to my … Continue reading →

I saw my breath today in California A sad cold day in California It’s always warm never cold in California But it’s a cold sad day in California They took our breath away in California The bodies line the halls … Continue reading →

“When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game…” Actually, what I did many nights and on weekends in particular is end up in the White Castle Hamburger and coffee shop on the southwest … Continue reading →

SPOKEN IN SILENCE We exited down the stairs of the Continental Air Jet after a 20-hour flight from Cam Ron Bay, Viet Nam, with stops in Japan and Juno, Alaska.  It was 4:00 AM Pacific Standard Time.  We had landed … Continue reading →

Many years ago in the city of New York, I was invited to lunch.  Shelley Winters, movie star and a friend ever since I starred with her in the play, “Days of the Dancing,” by writer and film director James … Continue reading →

MUSIC DOWN THE HALL All the dead watching me / ghost gone ahead of me / precious ones gone before me / make me insane heavy my heart at the mention of their name / heaven or hell i wish … Continue reading →

Electric Yo-yo Love          The bus was parked near the world famous ice skating rink at 30 Rockefeller Center, pointed east on 50th street in Manhattan and toward the airport in Queens.  You could sit in the bus waiting and see the restaurant … Continue reading →

 On Voting Republican It never fails that whenever I am looking for places in Burbank, I get lost.  I forgot to look up the video transfer house on the internet so I could get thelocation map and directions.  Plus, I … Continue reading →

WHO LET THE DOG OUT The house was very modern, very spacious. The door was wide open and I walked right in. A minimal artsy setting. A familiar shiny white face greeted me. A short-haired blonde man in his early 40’s. … Continue reading →