Cherrypicked stories
Strange Light
Strange light in the sky And in your eyes Listen…. Don’t stay too long In this strange place Where only shadows Show themselves To draw you in...
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Hyperreality
My eyes are drawn to the weathered bricks
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My Cat Never Sang for My Father
Flushing, Queens, Fall 1966 I heard my father’s footsteps as he made his way up the stairs. “What are you doing to that cat?” he shouted. We didn’t...
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Sorority Drop Out
When I transferred from St. Teresa's all girls’ college to North Dakota State University, one most important ingredient in my life was lacking - a...
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Derrcott
They arrived at the village of Derrcott with the sun setting at their backs. “It’s as good as any place to sleep the night,” Kinsom said. Jadda...
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Miko
Woke early, rose Worked on a poem 2 cups of coffee On repeat St. Vincent Went to wake you A cup of hot, black coffee In hand, you pulled The covers...
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The Beatles and Me
The Beatles landed at JFK international airport on February 7, 1964. It was a Friday. Had I been living under different circumstances — ten years...
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Gunter
Gunter By Richard Geneva I was thinking of Gunter Grass only today. I don't know what prompted me to think of him. I suppose it was just the fact...
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Cuando Calienta el Sol
An unforgettable tune.
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Friday afternoon
No one stops to look. It’s a Friday. Everybody’s busy, Thinking about the weekend. The wind’s blowing intermittent rain And it’s set to be like this...
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Street Kid 1964
I was in a choke-hold, getting my face pulverized, when I saw my dad turn the corner and look. I was secretly relieved. Dad to the rescue. He’d break...
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In/Voluntary
Two stories about loneliness.
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This October Brings Endings
Never liked October. Now I know why. (Image from Wiki commons.)
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Nostalgia At The Fair
A poetic letter never sent. Dear Brian, do you remember back in 1967 at the annual summer fair that came to our village green? Because I do...
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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Brexitbird
With apologies to Wallace Stevens.
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In The Blood
. It’s In The Blood By Paul McCann What a wonderful feeling , o be part of the healing deep down under the skin . The sickness that you were in is no...
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The NightWalk
This music is her lifeline. All she has against the night. She doesn’t know what it’s called and she only has these flickers of memory of finding and...
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