Issue: 2025

Her face lit up the sky Hovering there In full control of tides and time Nothing so banal as day But night And crops And blood And seasons All that matters All that mothers … Continue Reading

Here’s to the guides Who light our path Saying nothing of our twists and turns Simply holding a candle Some paths are wide Worn smooth by wealthy men Other paths are hidden Even from those meant to walk them This uncovering is my life’s work The story … Continue Reading

                                                    for Arlo The black night of old constellations has not yet thought to open its eyes. You are tucked in your car seat, bundled against the pre-dawn cold. In the glow of the dome light, I lean close to … Continue Reading

I sit on her porch. Alone. It’s quiet Except for the faint Rolling of crickets Chirping their song. There is a calm, cool breeze Gently rocking the goldenrods. The second day of autumn Brings with it their sweet, soothing scent. Only the distant hum of … Continue Reading

1. Rainbow Towels Here is Albert on the beach – black socks and yellow Crocs, two different rainbow towels wrapped around like blankets, one in orange and green and yellow stripes, the other in coalescing teardrops – blues, reds, and yellows. His hands … Continue Reading

In old age, parents flutter like moths at the edge of sight. You know they’ll be gone in the morning. They leave a smatter of wing-colored dust, tiny scales that don’t wash off. Are they waving a white flag? Am I? I remember once, I asked my father why … Continue Reading

She didn’t deserve this. She deserved a full life. To be a wife. To have children. A rose wilted, petals flying away, drifting in the breeze. She didn’t deserve this. Such a kind soul. We release butterflies With love in our hearts, Tears in our eyes. … Continue Reading

The presence of their square bodies large and uncommon in our small rooms half brothers same shoulders, jaw, hips, same lack of height forty years from boyhood 400 miles apart visiting back passing through our home for an hour pawing through the sepia … Continue Reading

At 10:00 PM the underground subway platform was tightly packed with Red Sox fans. It would take several trains arriving to clear the mass of people wanting to go home after a Sox victory. In the shadows at the far end of the platform, where the track d … Continue Reading

A newsletter came in the mail in the fall of 1993. On the front page of these stapled mimeographed pages, there was a photo of a boy in a wheelchair with a trophy from Challenger Baseball, Little League’s program for kids with disabilities. Ten-year-ol … Continue Reading