"We"
"We got our asses kicked yesterday." Monday morning at a diner in the suburbs, the words spiral over from the next table. The men have been talking about work, and at first I think...
PoemsA collection of 70 posts
4 across
senior citizens holding hands like preschoolers blocking the sidewalk...
Memory Lane
She strains at the leash, Trying to turn the corner. "Not that way," I say. But Ella insists,...
Coney Island lifeguard blues
Brooklyn-bound N train, Thursday evening. Leaving Ditmars Boulevard, End of the line, He slouches through the doors from the next...
What changed
You used to be such a sweet boy. What changed? You used to tell me everything, Ask me all your questions. You couldn't wait to show off Your times tables. Â At age three....
The trade-off
Maggie Thatcher's dead, but so is Roger Ebert. Always a trade-off....