Monthly Archives: February 2019

Sonnet One It’s not that he was indifferent, but indifference had been real enough — and he had decided that the apartment above the garage was too small, and a house across the road, near the cottage, was big enough … Continue reading →

Little Shirley Beans At school, a few of us would-be writers once stalked out of the university library stacks where the New Yorker magazine was stored, waiting for the latest stories to appear. It never occurred to us to buy … Continue reading →

Poem One The waitress is new here — she drives out of the underpass, and hurries up the sidewalk, very businesslike. Sometimes, she buys coffee in a machine, and sits down at a table. A cup of coffee between nine … Continue reading →

Twenty One Line Sonnet In 1920, the city had an art contest that illustrated how the city formed, once the sidewalks were put in, a church was set up and a museum, and lights outside at night. Perhaps the history … Continue reading →

Twenty One Line Sonnet On the day in question, when my mother was out shopping — I forget about what — Doris would say almost six years later, that Sonny packed a suitcase, dressed in an Indian suit, and left … Continue reading →

Twenty-One Line Sonnet When I was four years old, my mother went shopping, and said we could spend the day at the movies when she returned. In those days, I knew where the movie-house was, and I could read the … Continue reading →

I have a skinny paperback, with tea stains on the edges that talks about the mystic range of human experience — where a single comma isolates the “are” at the end of the line. And partly because life has so … Continue reading →