We’re the collateral generation. Don’t mind the dead. They have a habit of getting in the way. It’s the   terrorists we’re after.   Next...

The way our cat sleeps on our books has made us appraise osmosis, her head reposed on the cover’s title, her paw outstretched over the...

The name our friend has chosen for her mastiff is sublime. We wait to hear the inevitable: Achilles, heel! Almost invulnerable, were it...

It’s there, in our walk around the crescent, the sign a golden diamond:      Blind      Child      Area Weathered from exposure,...

All your money won’t another minute buy. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. —Kansas We never should have deemed ourselves...

The gallery forked out millions for this thing. You chuckle, what a waste! But I say there’s no such thing as a blank & vacant canvas—...

My death  is 60 inches to my right. The tire of a tractor- trailer which is whirling like a drunken potter’s wheel— albeit vertically,...

You tell me tic- tac-toe is boring, will always end in ties, a stale- mate just like us, where nothing has been lost but never won, our...

And God made the firmament, and divided the waters under the firmament from the waters above the firmament: and it was so. —Genesis 1:7...

You bought a dozen roses for the thorns, wrapped your palm & fingers round their spikes, the rivulets of rouge— dittoing their corolla of...

Everyone gasped in church whenever his name was voiced aloud, snubbed him during handshakes, shunned him through their coffee. The kids in gym would whip him with a rope—when the teacher’s back was turned, told him he was hated when the day of love would pierce him like a shaft, only weeks before Good Friday— the time he dreaded most. He was asked to play the role of Benedict Arnold,   Brutus,   even Mata Hari—   when the girls would drop their gaze and feign the dress would

On the day of your Bat Mitzvah, you twirled beneath the snow, your unpierced tongue extending like an ophidian from a cleft, trans- muted...

The webhost that I use is claiming a widget will not load. Nothing is where it should be because of this power-tripping gizmo. There’s...

You say our survival is dependent on the heeding of warning signs. A tickle in my throat precedes a cough, and the cellist can somehow...

Our long-awaited jaunt to gay Paree   has been postponed. I try to be upbeat as I spring the news: In a year it will still be there. It’s...

We discern the milky seeds of dying dandelions, afloat in mid-June breeze, and I tell you as I boy I saw them through my bedroom window,...

Grandad stopped getting fish & chips once they were no longer wrapped in newsprint, the headlines from the night before. It sucked up the...

I think I’ve had enough of our know-it-all acquaintance. He’d be another friend if he wasn’t such a dick. Just today, in the hallway for...

The cat of which I scrawl is but a menace. He doesn’t make an attempt at being cute. His purr is like a Dodge without a muffler. He will...

ran the deli by Central Park, ran her mouth more than the food, always had something to say between our bites of matzo balls, our swigs...