This post that was previously published brought about some confusion on who wrote Letter from Provinceton and who wrote New York 1960. This is a loving tribute from  Bridget Galway to Ivan Wendell Hubbard. The first poem was written by Ivan Wendell Hubbard.  His poem which in my mind evokes a feeling of loss and being lost, was written by Ivan Wendell Hubbard and published post-humously with the permission and idea to make a loving tribute to a man who meant so much to so many people.  The second poem New York 1960 was indeed written wonderfully by Bridget Galway. Bridget also painted the portrait of William Burroughs, and is owned souly by her and her estate.   It was used with permission to create a loving memorium for such a loved man, Ivan Wendell Hubbard.

Thank you all for your comments and I understand your confusion. So here I have featured this retraction to finish off the New Year.   Thank you all for being such a loving audience and all a part of Oddball Magazine.   We will see you soon, have a happy safe and wonderful new year with blessings to you all.

And now please enjoy “Memorable Times with Ivan”

Letter  from  Provincetown


the beauty

of this place

is beyond me


reds and blues      of the morning sky

then      how high

white in the sky

the sun stands


you  get grays off the water          later

and   greens

wherever   you go


I can never

do it



all my writing      here         lain

around me   a study

in that failure


having been here    you know

what its   like     where I am

what I’m in              and somehow

without you              how its going


but the beauty

has saved me

taken me back


and     though beyond me

in my own terms

I am never nearly

beyond its


so  I     captive     happily bound

by these    elements

move now      as nature

not your love            sets the pace


Written by

Ivan Wendell  Hubbard


Courtesy of Bridget Galway and their son Blake Galway



Portrait of William Burroughs painted by Bridget Galway ©2010

New York 1960

my crazy drunken aunt

who carried me everywhere

room to room

to street


candy under her bed

(mostly peppermint)

made Mom nuts    screaming

until they drove her to the bin


a ride in the country

like we were normal

looking out the back window

at clouds light speckle

through elm branches    quiet

everything ok



NY 79

he showed me the shooting galleries

the ABC’S of search for a vein

descended staircases

to broken landings

drug warmed

faces masked


everything ok



on street corners

park benches

the sound of funk

uh uhn uh  uh uhn


mostly I loved

the way my head fit into his back

half asleep

waiting for the subway


Written by

Bridget Galway