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A rare snow began falling, so she woke us at midnight. Shivering on the stiff whitening grass, heads bent back, we watched the black sky. Flakes strafed down from an invisible, benign celestial machine. Three generations of us...

Today he strongly wishes to be gone forever From the two-room studio apartment He has lived in as a bachelor for over thirty years. Atop the chimney of the house across the street A raven lands, Settles itself, and caws its...

For every birth, there is a death: its own. Jeremy, dating Joanna, disregards this truth And Joanna does the same with Jeremy. If they did not, they might never Dance cheek-to-cheek or its equivalent. They are going to marry...

I sit at his side with my copy of Joyce’s Ulysses. The IV drips into my father’s arm, his body ravaged by glucose, sweet and seductive as the Sirens’ songs. I read Ulysses because it is long and dense and oh so revered. As I...

Harder and harder every year to turn crops into cash. Harder to fill their own tables. Finally they leave the farm for urban spaces where they lock themselves in apartments. The streets that stretch around them are not theirs,...

Six months before my sixtieth year I’m diagnosed with breast cancer. The biopsy reveals it’s triple negative. Meaning nothing positive. Aggressive, wildly mutating, strangely behaving cells, not even nourished by the hormones...

Fueled with visions of giant tortoises and blue-footed boobies, I lace up my boots. A surprise snowstorm lurks just hours away; we rush out to the cab so we can fly to the desert islands—Galapagos. I need to walk other shores,...

(April 2020) Quiet days, quiet nights a quiet so profound it might be read as peace but for hushed talk in the rooms of shut houses and the few masked figures seen from a distance gliding down emptied streets. It’s Spring: bird...

One foot after another. Leaf litter crushed by my tread whispers December. Ice skins ponds cautiously. extending thin fingers of deceptive beckoning sheen. The trail like others turns retrograde as I haul myself forward future...

(Video, c. 1986) She likes my tie better than my playing he says, embarrassing young escorts struck mute by the magisterial aura of greatness. It’s quite a bow-tie: floppy, purple, white dots upstaging his faintly amused...