The new senior housing development on MacArthur Blvd just below High Street used to be a haven for prostitutes walking within shouting distance of a run-down motel called The Seasons.
All he wanted was to stop burning –Dahlia Ravikovitch she stands behind a kettle ingera, poulet yassa, pupusa, plaintain, cabbage, pasta, cassava, yams, rice and beans food for migrants migrants
Sometimes I feel an underground river forcing its way between deformed cliffs. —Adrienne Rich I’m on the elliptical music streaming eyes glued to the pall-bearer of morning news three overhead
God is fettered in jail, in labyrinths of infinity –Abraham Joshua Heschel As he sat with parishioners of Emanuel A.M.E. Church he almost decided to call the whole thing
You are one, the first number that is the beginning of Arithmetic and geometry’s starting point–Solomon ibn Garibol I spoke to him last nightthe killer he
The end of a meal was our least favorite and for reasons other than the ones you might think–the moment when we’d all have to stand in judgment and decide