There’s something beautiful about December, as she slinks from the sun. And, we climb to our roofs with cracked knuckles and chapped...

on television to capture you they show you a countdown  to christmas a countdown  to elections all pretty much interchangeable like some...

Loading the Truck Sweat glistening on my forehead like some family heirloom I've always thought worth more than it truly is, while the...

Fathers Like fathers, he wasn’t around much but let’s call that the 70s. When divorces took off. so did dad. To Mexico  often enough, or...

I met a man who swallowed goats whole — horns and all. I know this because he lifted up his pale blue Oxford shirt and pointed to a pair...

Tim Thiện Nguyễn (he/him) is a Vietnamese American scientist whose Ph.D. research interrogates how genes shape our face in the womb. He...

on what a negroni could taste like i think a negroni tastes like sweat / i think a negroni tastes like blood i mean come on it looks like...

Do you crave your other half? Yes, when the storms come and the animals have spread themselves far from the croft, out across the dark...

What’s it cost? The cost of living, that is. How many of us are struggling? Why is my life considered valueless? No matter what we do,...

the last time anyone saw her  she was smoking Pall Malls in the back of a town car and ashing into a green glass brick. now, rising from...

Driven What a strange word “driven” is, none the stranger for being hummed in a dream of driving a DeSoto with three on the column,  the...

The first time Audrey flies a kite     from a tweet by Audrey Burges                                  Across a tract  of wireless sky ...

waiting on the train. i missed my stop on the metro about five exits ago,  somewhere between Pentagon City and King St., but i have no...

for Ohad Naharin You can listen to music with your eyes closed, but you cannot watch dance with your eyes closed.   When I was young, I...

I saw the true face of humanity– Masses gathering, phones alight, Recording, photographing the scene, Loudly, excitedly chattering about...

Rochester  We walked across the bridge to Genesee    but didn’t walk into the brewery.     Then we walked further, a little later, a mile...

To Fill Their Glasses Once Again Allen Ginsberg, Walt Whitman and  Frederico Garcia Lorca  walk into a bar. That’s all. No joke. Just one...

and by the time we order drinks she’s lit two cigarettes.   She says, (while breathing in smoke from harbor fires),   Glo-ree days! Says,...

Into the Land of Nod Genesis 2:1 Thus the heavens and the earth were finished,                         and all the host of them Her...

SNOWSCAPE Flakes gathered  on a stone, on a leaf, on the arm of a lawn chair left out. A coating of snow, I suppose I could say. Yet ...