Rosamond, 1978 (Excerpt)

My grandmother, Rosamond, moved to Manhattan in the late 70s, some time after her divorce was finalized. She was in … More

Entry 112016 – He’s so tired and I stand by

My love, he’s so tired and I stand by, face facing the wet pavement, I know what the sky looks … More

We are all much like flowers in the dark of night, awaiting the arrival of the sun, beneath natural forces, … More

The first to congratulate the one who does a fine trick, Your concept of quality (you proudly proclaim it as … More

My grandmother told me, She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her … More

The devil follows me He makes pacts with my shadow I stand by helplessly, I stay away So he stays … More

In the night, at first, I painted pictures of my insides with words. The tired eyes, still and icy, inviting … More

Simon McBurney The Arthur Golden theater on Broadway, built in 1929, is housing a one man show run on haunting … More

The autumn garden in late afternoon sun. Spring gardens get the glut of our attention for their buzzing, dripping, luscious … More

It rings in my ears, the words “why are you showing me this?” Already insecure that my past The dimly-lit … More