If you found me this evening time (for such it is),  you would know things that have been out of your sight.  The way that I put on my skin and my bones.    How my legs bend after dark.  What I do with the possibility of fingers.  How my movements compare to yours, since... Continue Reading →

Tommy, can you hear me?

It wasn't that long ago that he turned fifteen. We sat on the cold concrete of his front porch, watching the iffy clouds discuss a storm. I always sat downwind from him 'cause he didn't like my smoke.  That day, a brisk and cool crosswind hinted at summer's end, and the sailing cloudbank made me... Continue Reading →

Tonight, I tell you truly

A man walks to his usual crossroads, all right turns until he completes the simple square that brings him home.  Tonight, he goes out late because of the hot sun, something to avoid with these new meds.  As a trade off for the cool and pleasant breeze, someone has provided intermittent clouds of mosquitos.  No... Continue Reading →

Haraview Burgers (July 3)

Hello all... I stopped again today at the mysterious Haraview Burgers on Highway 11 north, a restaurant that has stood empty for more than 40 years.  As mentioned in previous stories, it still appears to be unoccupied but nonetheless in good repair. This time, I came armed with a letter I had prepared asking the... Continue Reading →


There must be some mistake,I think, but it's been days now. These messages from you, a thirty four year old stranger. And I say, and I say to myself there are lots of crazies on the internet. Lots of gold diggers. People who will say anything under cover of anonymity. And so, you started with... Continue Reading →


It's a slow down zone, and, in today's tiny town, a little girl with scabby knees dawdles along the sidewalk.  Her chin and part of her white T shirt are stained dark purple from the grape popsicle she's licking.  As she passes a picket fence, she puts out a pudgy hand as the slats go... Continue Reading →

With this ring

This night, I am a sardine, riding the stuffed subway.  The atmosphere is a mix of hot salami breath, boozy exhalations, overboard perfume, and the intrusiveness of freshly smoked weed.  People pressing, gravelly coughs, wonky ringtones, shuffle shuffle shuffle.  No place for the anxious or the introverted or the healthy.   My brain buddy says... Continue Reading →

Furry ventriloquism 

I never knew what cats were thinking, until my teenaged daughter started "rescuing" them, one by one, and bringing them home.  In one case, it was a clandestine operation involving a smuggle under her jacket, and a fait accompli when we arrived. Like many Dads, I found it hard to stay mad for very long,... Continue Reading →

Fingers and toes

Every day, I get on the subway at the beginning of its route.  About 45 minutes later, I am right downtown, three stops from the end.  With any luck, it's about 7:30 in the morning, and I have lots of time to get a Starbuck's.  After my day in the cubicle, I'll be back in... Continue Reading →

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