How to Sail The stop-and-start chatter and wail of clouds, like young children fighting over toys, is to be expected, an abrupt, not exactly ambient end to a sea excursion taken on the leeward side of a waning, doubtful day.... Continue Reading →
Weekend Update Four single friends, three bedrooms plus a sofa, first jobs out of college, weekdays working late, weekends pouring wine for someone else’s guest, when parties didn’t start before 11, when improv on TV was new, when we were... Continue Reading →
Memoir of Shoes This box packed with shoes is the history of my mother’s feet. Will these soles continue to tell her story after this container is hauled away? Especially this pair of black pumps she wore to church. The... Continue Reading →
Views from the Rooftop The pigeons don't like visitors - unless you have bread crumbs - I toss a few their way and they snap them up hungrily, allowing me to pass and make my way to the ledge. I... Continue Reading →
I Want to Be Married at Home Plate My bride in a frilly white dress spilling over the white rectangle marking the left hand batter's box She twists her spikes into sugary dirt digging in at the back of the... Continue Reading →
god is in session wailing, screaming sirens tear the night apart screeching burnt rubber scar the asphalt as you deeply inhale and sigh carbon, rubber and sweat attack your senses hands on the spinning steering wheel thinking, planning, expecting the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 