The boy was only four. His heart on display for everyone to see, for anyone to rend. He thought he could fly. Like Spiderman, or Superman. And when he visited his grandmother’s ninth floor apartment in New York City, and looked out the windows in his mother’s old bedroom, he found, to his astonishment, a […]
Monthly Archives: November 2009
Under a moon pregnant with light The woman lay sick, poisoned by Serpentine dreams, truth and lies Alike, in wordless languages: A yellowed old man, his belly strained By the canvas apron of his trade, Stood fast, weathering the storm of her: A tool I need!, she cried, But which? Clumsily he patted her with […]
I lie sleepless in the apartment that was the stage for the second half of my childhood. In daylight, it is my brother’s family’s home. It is colorful and vibrant. My brother, my sister-in-law, my nephew, they are living lives here, and it shows. It is beautiful. When I close my eyes I see books, […]
