
Fairy on the Stairs
At three o’clock she unlocked the door in ratty boxer shorts and shift,redhead of swirling islands. He’d been gaga over her matchboxes, her beeswax miniatures.
At three o’clock she unlocked the door in ratty boxer shorts and shift,redhead of swirling islands. He’d been gaga over her matchboxes, her beeswax miniatures.
My mother lived on Balsam Roadwith four siblings and a moundof paper dolls, safe upon a chessboardof kitchen tiles. The house sat like a sugar
After winter’s pill, a flurry of frogs like Roscoe Holcomb from the pond downhill at dusk, a sunset thong bunched on a black branch. All
A baby fox we found sleeping six years ago beneath a shedreappeared for his wake. He squinted beneath the porch when I hopped down to
The eternal struggle takes time.—Professor Fate, The Great Race Minnie searched for someone to flag the race—motorcycle versus horse and wagon; logic against hope as
Legend goes it was the World Series in 1986, when the Red Sox lost to the New York Mets, that drove Barry Levenson to do
Friday night is pizza night and has been for our lifetime. Back in the late 60s and 70s, it was pizza from Papa Felice’s on
The subaquatic low and unrelenting moan of whales surprised me Here on the 4th floor of my office building. I turned from my computer to
I wish wearing birthday hats was mandatory,
Like wearing seat belts when you drive.
I’d like a world where shiny pointy ridiculous cardboard cones
Could be spotted in traffic, at stores, at work . . .
Bringing the person beneath it into focus, letting us share their secret that today, on this very day,
He may be asking for money with his hand out or his cardboard sign Or maybe he’s sitting on the curb staring or talking to