I unzip my jacket and unwind my scarf, the ends of which kiss the subway car floor. My mask contracts and expands over my nose and beard as I hunt for my breath. It is January, but I am hot and sick and don’t want to stand on a crowded train. The car jolts from…
Category: USA
Two Score, today.
On this day, 40 years ago, August 26th, 1979, my family stepped off a plane at JFK. On the way to our new hometown, Sparta, NJ, my father insisted we stop at the base of the World Trade Center towers. He was awed by the towers. And they were terrific, sure, but, coming from the…
Followers
I am resting. Watch. I am fluttering, you follow. Be wise when you chase.
Anchored
What color are you? It depends on the light, no? Our hooks are in the mud.
Avarice
Precious is you.Jade, ruby, amber opals.A fiend tugs within.
A Long Journey On The 2 Train
Standing riders shuffled around, equalizing the gap between themselves and everyone else.
None heard that the lines written for Hercule Poirot were delivered with a proper English tone. Nor did they care that the questions from her daughter were born of a place much closer to Kensington and Prospect Park than Kensington and Hyde Park.
Of Two Minds in Puerto Rico
It is easy to forget that this island’s flavor would not have happened if the Spanish hadn’t decimated the Taínos and imported West African slaves to replace them.
But today each has contributed practices, rituals and DNA which has been shaken, blended and muddled into a poignant, delicious, cocktail.