A Sort of Nostalgia

The last time I saw my father he was getting a taxi to pick up his car from one of numerous impound lots. He offered to give me a ride there, but that wasn’t my destination. That was six years ago. I’ve talked to him several times on the phone since then, mostly because I … Continue reading A Sort of Nostalgia

a book reading

Author bucket list item achieved: I had my first book reading on Saturday, and I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect. Sure, I had been to dozens of them, where someone else sat or stood in the front of the room, reading their work to us, the enraptured audience. So, in that way I guess … Continue reading a book reading


trivialities, then let me know Cover me in couched cliches So I can reap what I’ve sown Clear my cluttered schedule of everything I’ve owned Pack me in a battered case Leave me to my misery because that’s how I’ve grown in this gathering twilight I’ve saved up the night tucked it deep down inside … Continue reading Baggage

we kept singing

The ferry hit the dock softly, but its music was loud, as if to shut out all argument about its purpose for being there. “A long December, and there’s reason to believe… maybe this year will be better than the last.” We sang along as we boarded, tickets in hand, shirts proclaiming our allegiance, because … Continue reading we kept singing

fluffy white

I think it’s still snowing. I do know my Facebook feed is swirling with all the northerners posting photographs of the fluffy white carpets on their lawns. Believe me, we have a lot of it here too, but I didn’t post a picture. After all, I live in upstate New York. There will be more. … Continue reading fluffy white