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Four in just as many days. The sirens go unheeded if not unheard. Life in the cellar or life all blown about, life not lived so much as merely lived through. The old cat clawing at the ragged screen...

for what seems like forever, sometimes they don’t wait to take off their shoes. A phone booth’s a grotto, a dark park bench the anteroom to the Cave of Lights or Juliet’s tomb. Smoking endless cigarettes together or alone they...

The news as we know it here comes from upriver, the slag of it on Spring high tides, the dreck of it, slow as a September river often is. What whirled and eddied yesterday, what the storm brought with it, what was worn and...

I have an obsession with the seedy side of life. Being born in the South End of Columbus, spending formative years there accounts for preoccupation with the sordid and unsavory. On the other hand, when I lived in the South End,...

I misread the Methodist sign board as I pass the church. I think it says Jesse wants to help you. Will you let him? Part of the problem is I’m reading it from peripheral vision, from a car speeding past it too fast to take...

My visiting friend and his wife, who is Catholic, beg me to take them to mass in St. Patrick’s Cathedral; as she rises to go to the altar rail for wine and wafer I stand to go with her, but she stops me, informs me I am...

Moscow, 1975 eager to take me by the elbow guide me through the silent streets one fresh from the navy the other a student delighted for a chance to polish their English laughing at what I struggle to say in make-believe Russian...

Ah, the beauty of the pose, that favored spot, once attained, never to let go like the 19th century ballerina poised on the toe hold, so demure, so sweet, we play our ploys and then, repeat, repeat, repeat, So delicately...

Wait is like being stuck on the ceiling (One of my little students wrote “Bored is like a piece of chewing gum stuck on the ceiling”) Wait is an old horse who can’t get up the hill Wait is porridge, too thick, the spoon in a...