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For Mara The begonia survived the winter wind Smashing its pot on the porch Bits falling down the stairs like a slinky Heading toward the bottom Picked up by the

I listened to news last night and this morning about the police emptying students from Columbia, CUNY (my alma mater), and UCLA after demonstrations and encampments calling for a ceasefire

Everyone at my end of the condo thought new tenant might be a homeless squatter. A family of birds could’ve easily made their home nestled inside his whiskers. He always

Vernon Wolfe stood over six feet tall with salt-and-pepper hair beginning to thin on top and a cleft in his chin where his mother used to tell him that God

Recovering from an end-of-year bout of Covid, a baked potato was the only thing I could stomach. New Years and my birthday had come and gone in a sad murmur

Iceland territory where everything is frozen in flows across the mountaintops. Sitting on a stack of encyclopedias and gazing at my pocket watch, not caring about time, just waiting for