Monthly Archives: April 2014

All About Rosie Whenever I imagine Rosie, she is always racing up and down the stairs of her building, out to Little Italy, mingling with the famous people who aren’t quite famous yet. The pink record player is on full … Continue reading →

News in the Literary Review Eight authors were killed today, some of them, somewhat prominent, and an unknown number were injured, when a very large crowd of words came rushing toward them, and crushed them under the throng. Hundreds of … Continue reading →

Babel Babel is a village in Wales, a village in Iran. It’s an island in Tasmania where they babble in Tasmanian, where blue waters bubble to the surface, gurgling like a baby growing in the wilds of South Africa, refugee … Continue reading →

Innocence’s Ascent Bullets fly out from guns propelled by shooter’s hand and soundly land in the bodies of those who fight for this land. Twenty soldiers in the Hood fall to violence showered down, four dead… The news is interrupted … Continue reading →

MY FIRST MEMORY, SWITZERLAND Circa 1947 I think I was not yet two At home In the tiny (neutral) country called Switzerland To which my parents escaped & where I was born & from which we later Were forced to … Continue reading →

The House That Love Built I’m happy in the house that love built. our palace of dirt where roses bloom. We rise early to chores, admire the sky floating on the bay, listen to dogs bark at bragging boys drunk … Continue reading →

Prayer For The New Year Be sweet, my soul, be soft, my soul go round the bend gently, gently remember, you are tired navigating all the hills and exits all the detours, all the unpaved roads, all the highways where … Continue reading →

Looking at the Moon In the kitchen I watched you fry it up in the pan while listening to Billie Holiday tell stories of ghosts. Lyrics mesmerize in a continuous spin. I imagine I find you in the nod of … Continue reading →

THE HEART I haven’t the heart to tell you about the newly uncovered modern-day backwoods abortion clinic. You’ll lie awake nights wishing there was nothing instead of something. I’ll just say the women were poor, sometimes immigrants who probably didn’t … Continue reading →